Marie: All right, so who wants to begin, huh? How to make Robbie a better mate.
Amy: I'll start. Whenever we'd go out to dinner and we'd order dessert, he'd always say, "I'll just have a taste of yours." And then it was like a shark attack! Nothing but a little puddle of fudge left! Order your own dessert!
Marie: Oh, Sweetheart, have a cannoli. You stay away from these. Look at her. She's a twig.
Judy: Yeah, well, the man does get excited about his food. But when he goes after mine, I whack his knuckles with my night stick.