Claire: Not to sound too braggy, but your mom was kind of a badass at work this week. It was hard enough with Grandpa being sick and me suddenly in charge, but it was just one crisis after another. Luke, honey, we're going! Fire in the warehouse, surprise inspection from OSHA, our biggest buyer tried to pull out of a deal, and I have to talk him off a ledge. Whatever. It's over now. I don't want to bore you guys with this stuff.
[later:]
Claire: So, when I get to work on Wednesday, Margaret is already in tears, and there are two cops in the waiting room, and I say to them, "One of you had better be able to drive an 18-wheeler, because I've got 100 rosewood panels to get to Victorville, or it's coming out of my paycheck." I told you guys about the drivers and the bad tuna?
Haley: Bad tuna, yes.
Claire: Yes, I did.