Gloria: Where did you go?
Claire: To get a sweatshirt. We've been standing in the frozen food aisle for half an hour.
Gloria: I need something frozen.
Claire: Right. What?
Gloria: I don't know. I just wrote the word "frozen."
Claire: Okay. Uh, let's think. Peas. Ice cream. Pizza. Waffles.
Gloria: Wait a minute. It says "dozen." I need the eggs!