Karen: Hi honey, whatcha doing?
Grace: Just reading some old letters Nathan wrote me. Listen to this one. It's beautiful. We… we need milk (Sobs) I mean, how sweet is it to remind me to get milk?
Karen: Well, I never understood the mating rituals of the poor. But, it sounds nice.
Grace: It should have worked out, Karen.
Karen: Oh, shoulda, woulda, Prada, honey!