She made you decent, and in return you made her so happy
I've been a compulsive reader for as long as I can remember.
She realises that if she is to save the show she is going to have to improvise a rousing speech, one of the many Henry V moments that make up her working life.
She shouldn't speak her thoughts; nothing good ever came of speaking your thoughts.
Oh you know me. I have no emotions. I'm a robot. Or a nun. A robot nun.
You can't throw away years of your life because it makes a funny anecdote.