Red: There's my beautiful bride. I'll be in the garage.
Kitty: Red. None of the kids are coming for dinner tonight. Laurie's in Canada, Steven has his store, and now Eric is going to a concert. There's no point in me even making my special yams.
Red: What? Kitty, I love those yams. They're among the top three reasons I married you.
Kitty: Well, I can't make them if I'm sad.
Red: Look, I'll tell you what, you get started on the yams and I'll go talk to Eric.
Kitty: Thanks. [chuckles] Gosh, my shoulders are sore from all this cooking. Think you could rub them a little?
Red: Kitty, it's Thanksgiving, not Christmas.