Kitty: You know, ever since Red got his new car, he can barely tear himself away from it.
Joanne: You better watch out, Kitty, or you're gonna end up a Corvette widow.
Kitty: Oh, no, he loves that car. He deserves it. The last treat he bought himself was a pellet gun to shoot the chipmunks that were stealing our tomatoes. And I had to throw that away, because it was giving him war nightmares.
Bob: I'm glad you threw it out. That thing hurt.
Joanne: Kitty, I know what I'm talking about. As soon as my ex-husband got a boat, it was like he forgot I even existed. So I divorced him, took the boat and spent a vigorous three-day weekend on it with the harbormaster.
Kitty: I don't- I don't think that's kitchen talk.