Joan- Grace? Will you grab me a gallon of 2% while you're in there? -Grace opens the cooler and pulls out the milk-
Grace- -pissed off- Anything else?

Joan- Luke lent you his lab notebook?
Grace- I still have pull.

Grace- Could we focus on the matter at hand? Mini pizzas or mini burritos?

Joan- I know, and I'm sorry about that, too, ok? I just had a million stupid errands I had to run, none of which I wanted to do.
Grace- Welcome to reality.