Moira: All right, I'll agree, this motel could use some improvements. But your review will scare off the guests we need to afford those improvements.
Motel Guest: I was just being honest.
Moira: I see. Then I suppose I should be honest. My daughter married a man who turned out to be her uncle.
Motel Guest: I'm sorry?
Moira: The lowlife uncle she believed to have been executed years before by the Indian cartel. This is all on my ex-husband's side. I'm good people, and so's my daughter. She had nothing to do with Raven's accident. When the Bangalores finally found Dagger, and gave him what he deserved, they threatened to burn down the motel, and leave my pregnant baby penniless.
Motel Guest: This motel?
Moira: She begged them to let her keep this place, and she promised them a cut of the profits in return. They laughed, and left, but not without first shaving all her beautiful hair! When people ask me, why do you work here for nothing? I tell them, this is my flesh and blood! I do this for her! Nothing! She is my everything!
Motel Guest: Okay, wow, I had no idea. I can take down that review.

Patrick: So, why don't we start with the name of the business?
David: Oh, um, I'm oscillating between two names at the moment, so if we could just leave that one blank, that would be great.
Patrick: Sure, sure. Give you more time to oscillate. Um, business address?
David: Okay, so I'm working on that. Um, I'm currently staying in a motel, and I think it might be confusing if I gave you the address to another business.
Patrick: Y-Yeah, for sure. We'll leave that blank as well. Battin' a thousand here, David.
David: I don't know what that means.

David: Okay, you couldn't use anything I just said?
Patrick: I'll tell you what. Why don't you take these home with you, and just fill them out when you have a a clearer idea of what you want to do with your business.
David: Okay, um I do have a clear idea.
Patrick: Oh! You've settled on a name, then?
David: Um... You're either very impatient, or extremely sure of yourself.
Patrick: I threw you a bit of a change-up there, huh?
David: Yeah, again, I don't know what that means, I don't play cricket.
Patrick: [laughs] Look, take this, it's my card, and I feel like you will need it.
David: Uh, you know what, I think I'm good. Um, so thank you for this.
Patrick: It's nice to meet you, David.

Johnny: Moira, you're having a drink, you glance down at your coaster, it says, "tweet us on Facebook!" Or uh, "leave us a review!" And you say, yeah, yeah, okay, I think I will.
David: Is that what it says?
Johnny: Yes, David, that's what it says, you're not the only one with an online presence.
David: No, no.
Moira: Well, aren't you Mr. Futuristic!

David: There's no address on this.
Johnny: Oh, wow. Aren't we stuck in the Dark Ages. Huh? Let me break it down for you, junior. If they're at the motel using the coasters, they don't need to know where the motel is.
David: Um, I was referring to a web address. Or a Twitter handle.
Johnny: Oh.
Moira: Hmm, that might be something you'd wanna put on there.
David: Or a Facebook page.
Johnny: All right, let me write this down.
David: Or a hashtag.
Johnny: A hashtag? Is that two words?
David: No, it's not.

Moira: I checked in one whole guest. Answered his questions, and believe me, it was a laundry list.
Johnny: I see, and is there any chance you might've been a little brisk with this guest?
Moira: Not in the slightest. It was a master class in patience.
Johnny: Moira, I just got an alert that someone has posted a terrible review of this motel.
Moira: Oh no, John. Well dear, if I've learned anything from the theatre, it's whatever they say, you cannot take it personally.
Johnny: Yeah, I'm pretty sure this is not about me.
Moira: "I was served by an intimidating woman at the front desk, with an unrecognizable accent, and scary-looking attire." And what might this have to do with me?
Johnny: Moira?
Moira: Oh, that fussy little fucker! After niggling me with relentless demands.

Moira: Well, at least I finished my book.
Johnny: Moira, what happened this morning?
Moira: John, you'd be so proud of me. I manned that front desk with the vigour of a wartime radio operator.

Stevie: So you know that I think your business is a good idea, and you know that I mean that, because I'm incapable of faking sincerity. I'm also just incapable of sincerity in general.

Patrick: Hey, here's an easy one. A brief description of the business.
David: Um well, it's-um, it's a general Store, but it's also a very specific store.
Patrick: Huh.
David: And it's also not just a store, it's like a place where people can come and get coffee, um, or drinks, but it's not a coffee shop, nor is it a bar.
Patrick: Okay, so we're pretty clear on what it's not.
David: Yeah, it's an environment. Um. And yes, we will be selling things, but it's more like more like a branded immersive experience.
Patrick: Right, I love the buzzwords, David, but I do need to put something down here.

Motel Guest: Oh, and are the pillows feather, or foam?
Moira: Yes.
Motel Guest: Sorry, which one?
Moira: I don't care.
Motel Guest: I'm sorry?
Moira: I don't know! I'm not entirely versed on the contents of the motel's pillow collection.
Motel Guest: I was just asking.
Moira: And I'm very much looking forward to the moment when that stops!
Motel Guest: Well.
Moira: Enjoy your stay.