Moira: Alexis! They're asking about co-stars. I can't be expected to remember everyone I meet!

Moira: I didn't want to overwhelm you, dear, I know you're being pulled in another direction. Though, you might find a bit more delectation in this.
Alexis: No, I do. I... I just like haven't received flowers from someone I wasn't... friends with. [exhales sharply] What do I do?
Moira: What do you want to do?
Alexis: I can't leave now.
Moira: If you're worried about the flowers, they'll likely be dead in a week.
Alexis: Yeah, like my career if I walk away with everything that's going on. I've already made Ted wait an extra month. I can't... back out now.
Moira: So you... you weigh your options. On the one hand, you are perched on the precipice of a dream come true and you can jump knowing, possibly for the first time, that you can succeed at anything to which you put your mind.
Alexis: And on the other hand?
Moira: What other hand?
Alexis: Ted!
Moira: [gasps] Dear Ted. Yes, this is a quandary.

David: Okay, so how did this happen? I'm shocked he'd give you a second chance after that train wreck of a commercial.
Moira: Mark my words, David, Herb...
David: Ertlinger.
Moira: Mm-hmm. Won't be the last we see to clamber out of the woodwork now that I have a hit film on my hands. Spines tend to liquidate in the presence of success.

Moira: Speaking of. Herb!
David: [quietly] ERT-linger. ERT. LINGER.
Moira: Herb Ertlinger.
Herb Ertlinger: Nailed it first try. [laughs] Hey, bygones be bygones about the TV spot. At least the print ad worked out. Pretty hard to mess up one of those!
David: Clearly you haven't seen the heartburn ads she shot with Anne Geddes.

Herb Ertlinger: My wife and I got a real kick out of that Crows movie. So we would love to make our Moira Rosé an exclusive and limited release. This is what we're thinking for the label.
Moira: [gasps] Well, hello! Who is she and how do we get a mouthful of her?!

Herb Ertlinger: Now, it's important that you believe in the product you're selling, so we have a few options: there's the strawberry-peach, the ground fruits blend, and... a lovely banana rosé. Huh?
David: Mmm.
Moira: Rich in potassium.

Herb Ertlinger: So, uh, sample at your leisure. I'll come back with some coffee grounds and a cheese board. Again, we are so thrilled to have you here, Moira. Enjoy.
David: Thank you so much.
Moira: Poor thing. Okay. Here is to being able to share the perks of the industry with you. Salut. [glasses clink]
David: Cheers.
Moira: Oh, I had my reservations about banana.
David: Um, that's strawberry-peach.
Moira: Oh dear, it tastes like Amoxicillin.

Johnny: Let's get to it, let's cut the ribbon. Roland.
Ronnie: Okay.
Johnny: Wanna hold that? Stevie, you wanna hold this, hold it up?
Stevie: Mr. Rose, do we really need to do this.
Johnny: Yeah, yes, yes we do. Moira, scissors. Hey, how about a drum roll, Stevie?
Stevie: I'd rather not.
Jocelyn: Yeah, you know what, I'm just gonna take off the blindfold.
Johnny: Okay. Moira, scissors please. Okay, what are these? These won't cut a ribbon.
Moira: They're cuticle shears, John. Do you expect hedge clippers to be drawn from my purse?

Johnny: Boy, I look at this place, untouched from the 60s. These motels were a gold mine, Roland, all they need is a little dusting.
Jocelyn: And bleach, lots of bleach.
Johnny: You know, there are boutique hotels that would kill for this level of authenticity. I'm thinking of turning this place into the Presidential Suite and charging a premium for it.
Moira: I'm reminded, John, of Shanghai and our Party Secretary Suite with its own aquarium. I'd lay in a claw-foot tub watching the orcas.
Roland: Joc.
Moira: And we're back.

Johnny: Yeah, so I must admit, sweetheart, I could get used to this.
Moira: I'm going to run a bath, John. Well, if I close my eyes I can almost hear the orcas calling to be fed or freed.