Roxy: (opening her door) Weren't you just here awhile ago?
Pamela: I know. But this time I brought a medical professional.
Denise: (sliding a bottle of wine out of a paper bag as she walks through the door) This won't cure anything, but it just might make the waiting easier.
Roxy: I doubt it.
Pamela: Well, it couldn't hurt to try.
Roxy: (laughs) Look at the two of you. It feels like I'm on the wrong end of an intervention.