Bob: Thanks again for inviting me over for the game, Kitty.
Kitty: Well, it'll be fun. Red never lets me watch the game because one time, seven years ago, the Packers won at the last minute while I was in the kitchen. Now I have to sit in the kitchen every freaking Sunday.
Bob: Okay, Kitty, I need the Packers to win by more than seven. I got a Hunsky riding on it.
Kitty: We call them Hungarians now, Bob.
Bob: No, I bet $100. Hey, you want in for $10?
Kitty: Yes, please. [laughs] Oh, I feel like a gangster's wife. [laughs] Ooh, how about I get you some pretzels?
Bob: I don't want to be any trouble.
Kitty: Oh, it's no trouble at all.
Bob: No, you didn't let me finish. I don't want to be any trouble, but I'm gonna need something hot. Maybe something with refried beans and a little cheese drizzled on it.