Don't worry, the dinner's on me.
Me: (Smacking the bottom of a ketchup bottle) Fresh Tomatoes...
Cellfcentered
You can't lick a woman dry. Rimshot*
Dinner is on me!
A baby with forks in it's eyes.
Spaghetti that winds itself around your fork.
Don't worry, they'll tell you.
Don't worry they'll tell you.