Gloria: No, no! Don't eat my sauce. Then I won't have enough to sell at the farmers' market. [pokes Jay in the stomach]
Jay: No. Oh, geez. Not the fat finger. You always do this when I put on a few.
Gloria: I didn't say anything.
Jay: It's not what you say. It's that damn lard dipstick finger of yours. It disappeared up to the second knuckle.