Woman (Generic): Sir? Would you like to try a wheat-grass shot? GRAMP: A what with the what-what?
Woman (Generic): A wheat-grass shot. It's the equivalent of two pounds of veggies. It's the ultimate energy boost! GRAMP: Um... ok.
(SOUND FX): thoop GRAMP (drinking)
Woman (Generic): ...Aaaaand, it tastes like Bea Arthur's wig. GRAMP (clutching throat): Feeling... is... less... of an... energy boost... more... of a... survival instinct. Tastes like unwashed badger.