Moreau stops at a local supermarket, afterward, whistling at a mother loading groceries into the trunk of her car. "Oh my God, I need to talk to you!," she says.
Moreau leans out the window as the car pulls away, "You got my number sweetie — call me!"
"He is the best mayor," she yells. "He needs to come back."
Moreau smiles and turns to Moran: "Chicks love me."
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