(Grandma sees Katie's date, and makes him come in the house)
Grandma: I thought you said you were going to a concert, not a masquerade.
Katie: It's a punk concert.
Grandma: Oh, this must be the punk.
Katie: Greg, this is my grandmother. Grandma, this is Greg Hartman.
Greg: Hello, nice to meet you.
Grandma: Is that an earring you're wearing?
Greg: Sure is.
Grandma: Oh, what they'll do today to break their mothers' hearts.
Katie: Well, we got to get going.
Grandma: If you don't mind my asking. Is one half of your hair brown?
Greg: You got it Grandma.
Grandma: And is this half of your hair pink?
Greg: You got it again.
Grandma: Were you born that way?
Greg: I can't remember, I was just a baby
(Grandma and Greg both laugh sarcastically)
Grandma: Drop him. He's a nutcase.