Nights, for the record - [She continues on with only the most playful of scowls. She even administers a scolding tap to her nose.] Are for me to worship you, actually. Fair is fair, you see. And I need a handful of hours to tell you how much I love you.

[Does it occur to Meryl that she's never explicitly said these words? Not in the moment. She's too busy being smug about her corrections.]