Twyla: I can't believe it. I mean, I literally saw her walk past the cafe yesterday.
Gwen: I know.
Twyla: And again, you know my thing with ghosts? But she didn't seem angry like the other ones.

Stevie: I've been reading what people have been saying about you. They're gonna be really happy you're still around.
Moira: Yeah, I don't think loyalty was ever in question.
Stevie: Then why not come forward and be honest about where you are?
Moira: Stevie, I don't-
Stevie: Okay, that reporter's not gonna be out there forever. This is your chance to tell your own story, in your own words.
Moira: Like we did during the writer's strike.

Stevie: I mean, it's pretty amazing to see how many people care about you.
Moira: Yeah.
Stevie: I mean if I died, I'd be lucky if one person had something nice to say.
Moira: Oh, Stevie. Stevie, you have years ahead of you still to collect a cartage of adoring mourners. In the meantime, they will laugh in your face, and they'll stab you in the back, but the moment you give up the ghost, oh, they'll all have nothing but nice things to say about you. I know I will.
Stevie: Thank you, Mrs. Rose. That's very comforting.

Alexis: The internet says you're dead.
Johnny: What? What do you mean? Who's saying that? Your mother's not dead.
Moira: I'm standing right here.
Alexis: Yeah, well now I know, but it's weird 'cause they're still saying it.
Moira: So people are believing it?
David: Um, well it doesn't help that Alexis just tweeted "Goodbye to a great actress," with a cool sunglasses emoji.
Alexis: Ok, I'm wearing sunglasses because I'm in mourning, David.

Jocelyn: You know, it says here, that Moira was projected to be nominated for 10 Daytime People's Choice Awards.
Moira: 12! [all gasp]
Ronnie: Oh, my God.
Moira: The most projected nominee to have never actually been nominated.
Jocelyn: Moira? We were just reading an article that said you were-
Moira: Shh. Fear not. She hath risen!

Stevie: Oh hey, so there's a reporter outside, asking questions. I thought you should know.
Moira: A reporter? Here? Now!
Stevie: Yeah, didn't you expect them to come?
Moira: Well, I thought it might be contained to the internet. Is there a scrum? How many camera crews?
Stevie: I think just one. Unless they all used the same van.
Moira: No. No, Stevie, no. This is not, not how I imagined my resurrection news to break! Impeccably dressed woman wanders out of Podunk motel. No, that's not the headline!
Stevie: Okay, well I actually own this Podunk motel, and I don't know what choice you have.
Moira: Well, we have to think of something. After all my fans have endured? No, I can't let them see me like this. It would kill Sir Tony Geary.

Moira: We need to get ahead of this, Stevie. We must, we must craft the perfect spin that both proclaims I'm not dead, and explains why I've been found here.
Stevie: Um, okay.
Moira: We'll tell them you brainwashed me.
Stevie: Could you tell then someone else brainwashed you?
Moira: A cult. A cult. Our family joined a cult. There was a charismatic leader, 40 something, very sexual, had very long hair, longer than you'd expect, but it worked.
Stevie: How 'bout this idea? Um, what about telling the truth?
Moira: Truth serum. Oh, Stevie, yes, those stories are always successful.

Moira: Stevie, do you happen to know where the van went?
Stevie: Uh, yeah, apparently there was another celebrity death.
Moira: Oh, I'm sorry. Who passed?
Stevie: Um, you know that YouTube video of the giraffe and the kitten who are best friends?
Moira: Alas, I do not.
Stevie: Okay, well the giraffe stepped on the kitten.
Moira: Well, of course he did.

Johnny: So, Roland, I've been thinking about your very generous offer to be godfather to your baby.
Roland: It's not an offer, Johnny. It's an offer you can't refuse.
Johnny: Oh. Ha ha, Marlon Brando.
Roland: Right, but from what movie?
Johnny: The Godfather.
Roland: No, from Casino.
Johnny: Okay, fine. It wasn't Casino, Brando wasn't in Casino, but...

Heather: So how is it you know each other?
Ted: Um, well... Uh, well, Alexis and I worked together. She used to be my receptionist.
Heather: That's how I know your voice. You answered the phones at the vet's clinic.
Alexis: Yes! Well, I mean, like technically I had more responsibility than just answering the phones but... Oh, and Ted is the vet that you said you were dating.
Heather: Yes.
Alexis: Okay, because when you said vet, I thought you meant like, a War Vet.
Ted: Yeah, no definitely not a War Vet. Damn these fallen arches.