Donna: Where the hell does Eric get off acting like I make him do stuff? I mean, it's not like I wanted us to come to this dinner party either. I only did because... Well, you're all menopause-y now, and you scare me.
Kitty: Right, you came for me. Just like I slaved over a pot roast for all of you. You want a definition of hell? Try opening a 400-degree oven while you're having a hot flash.