Gayle: Michael told us all about your speech. I can't wait to hear what you have to say.
Eleanor: Me neither, Jessica. Me. Neither.
Gayle: Aw, don't be nervous. Here. Liquid courage.
Eleanor: Actually, um... you know what? I think I need to keep a clear head. Can you imagine getting drunk before giving a big speech? Getting kicked out of your niece's christening, and then, only later, once you've sobered up, realize you don't even have a niece. It's like, who was that kid?