Gloria:
I probably shouldn't even say this, but if I had the opportunity to do it in my mother-in-law's soup tureen, I would!

Grace:
That's a very nice suggestion, but you got to realize, I'm gonna meet Gabriella Stiles very soon and can you imagine spending all eternity with her following me around gabbing about a soup tureen?

Gloria:
How does this thing work?

Grace:
It's got a handle and a spout, how do you think it works?

Gloria:
Well humor me Mrs Stiles, I'm not a morning person!

Gloria:
Shit! I'm sorry Mrs Stiles, but sometimes 'Good Gravy' just doesn't cut it!

Grace:
She's my youngest older brother's middle son's first daughter's third child. By her second marriage

Gloria:
Well, who can compete with THAT?!

Gloria:
Mrs Stiles, I don't believe in the devil

Grace:
You think he cares about that?

Gloria:
Mrs Stiles, my name isn't Glorie, it's Gloria

Grace:
And my name isn't Mrs Stiles, it's Grace

Grace:
You don't eat chicken?

Gloria:
Not ones that I've made eye contact with.

Grace:
I know what I'll give you. You can have Gabriella's soup turine. How's that?

Gloria:
I would be honored

Grace:
Really? I'm glad. This way you'll remember for the rest of your life what an old peepot I was!