Red: Mmm. That smells delicious. What is it?
Kitty: It's not for you. You can go look for scraps around the neighborhood like the rest of the dogs.
Red: Kitty, for the last time, I'm not attracted to Pam. Please, believe me, as the husband who has shared your laughter and tears for... many happy years.
Kitty: How many years, Red?
Red: All of them.
Kitty: You can't give me a number, can you?
Red: Well, I can tell you on a scale of one to 10, I love you 10. That's a number.
Kitty: Oh, why don't you just take your cardiac jukebox over to Pam's?