[she's been so good about sticking around and hearing him out and not bolting up until now, but that one last shred of honesty seems to be too much for her]

-- oh, hey! What's that sound? The dulcet tones of the man with a dog calling me! Magilou, Magilou, Magilou. . .

[MOONWALKING OUT, WITH FINGERGUNS]

Good heart-to-heart today, Trickster! I'd rate it a ten out of ten!