Kitty: What am I going to do, Kevin? Help me...
Kevin: Okay, is there any chance you may have garlic, pasta, frozen peas and chicken broth?
Kitty: No peas, but oh, you know what, I do have a little sage leftover from the dead chickens.
Kevin: Okay, good. Then you can have a delicious meal ready in ten minutes that anyone in Milan would die for. And that was too gayish sentence even from me.