Debra: Please, Marie, I want you to check these potatoes. I think I left some eyes in it.
Marie: Stop worrying, darling, they'll be delicious. Is this down?
Debra: Marie, I am a terrible cook! I really want you to look at these potatoes. I didn't know what the hell I was doing!
Marie: Well, okay, let's go in the kitchen and take care of it.
Debra: Oh, good. Because I don't think these potatoes deserve to share a table with your fabulous ham.