Bob: Yeah, it's too bad the kids never found your ring. But on the up side... Pork Doodles!
Kitty: Oh, my gosh. Oh, my gosh, it's my ring. It was in the car the whole time.
Bob: That's great. It's like I always say, sometimes you find things.
Red: [o.s.] Kitty.
Kitty: Red.
Red: [walks out] I just ordered you a new ring. The diamond is almost a karat, the band is white gold, the jeweler said it was the nicest one he had.
Kitty: Oh. Well, that sounds beautiful.
Red: I know it won't have all the sentimental value of the old one, but...
Kitty: ...but that ring is gone forever. [puts old ring in pocket]

Kitty: [drinks] Oh, this is just awful.
Red: Fine. I'll add more gin.
Kitty: No. Red, the ring. And you know, this is all your fault. If you hadn't driven like a madman over a pothole, I wouldn't be drinking to calm my nerves, I would just be drinking.
Red: Hey, I am not the one who gave his engagement ring to the foreign kid. You're lucky he is not wearing it through his nose!
Kitty: [drinks] Oh, this is just the worst thing ever.
Red: Kitty, it's just a ring!
Kitty: I am talking about the drink!

Donna: You know, being out here like this, without any TV or magazines, you know, makes me realize how people 500 years ago must have felt. Incredibly bored.