Grace- You smell that? Its like essence of pimp.

Joan- You know, I know he's not your type, I know he isnt mine. -Grace gives her a look- If he weren't my brother. I'm more into athlete type. You know that's my thing. Football players, Wrestlers. Abs. Big forearms...
Grace- Small cerebral cortex.

Grace- This may come as a shock to you, but you and your sexual fantasies do not take up any space in my brain.

Grace- Hey! Streaky! I don't think about you, one way or the other. But while were on the subject of puerile high school behavior, do you think I'm not on to your stupid sexual preference quiz. I didnt take the Dax Hibbing bait, so that means I'm singing in the other choir. The only thing more obvious is the fingernail test. My sexuality is my business.

Grace- Yeah, the taking of the sandwich is a symbolic act designed to avoid direct confrontation. Don't worry.