I keep getting this scene stuck in my head:
Oscar Madison: Can’t you keep it warm?
Felix Ungar: Who the hell do you think I am, the Magic Chef? I’m lucky
I got it to come out at eight o’clock. Wh-wh-what am I gonna do?
Oscar Madison: I dunno, keep pouring gravy on it.
Felix Ungar: Gravy? What gravy?
Oscar Madison: Don’t you have any gravy?
Felix Ungar: Where the hell am I gonna get gravy at eight o’clock?
Oscar Madison: I dunno, I though it comes when you cook the meat.
Felix Ungar: [under his breath] Comes when you cook the meat.
[stares at him for a moment]
Felix Ungar: You don’t know what you’re talking about, Oscar. You just don’t know, because you have to MAKE gravy, it doesn’t come!