Trina (beaming): “I know. I’m deep.”

Tori sighs. She steps forward, opens her mouth—then closes it. Instead, she joins the crowd, singing harmony behind Trina.

“Uh… Mr. Sikowitz?” Sikowitz (not stopping): “No interruptions during my birthweek, Beck. I’m 47. For the seventh time.”

“Sometimes the best gift you can give is letting someone else take the bow.”