If someone's hard to lose, they've been worth knowing. Who knows that better than the only man in the world who gets thanks for telling people what they're going to lose.

[There's a wash of something so wistful through her - but she shakes it, regains composure before it's even lost. It's not who she's choosing to be, not for this bonus round.]

I like the idea of this weekend being a chance to make a lasting change.

[A thick pamphlet is coming out of her purse at this point.]

So I picked you up a catalogue.