Kitty: Now, I could have sworn there was some refried beans right here behind my emergency bourbon.
Red: Kitty, the game's on. I'll dip the chips in Crisco, whatever you got.
Kitty: Oh, jeez.
[Bob holds Kitty by the butt cheeks]
Bob: I got you.
Kitty: I wasn't falling, Bob.
Bob: Oh. Well, then this is awkward.
Kitty: You can let go now, Bob.