*Old man stares at young (around the age of twenty-four) girl wearing a bikini. He walks by and sniffs her hair which smells like cherries. He then looks down to see that she has a crease in her swimsuit*
Old Man: Nice gravy dish you got there little girl
Young Girl: Umm... Well thanks, but I don't like gravy
Victoria: I want to come out to my boyfriend's family while we're there for Thanksgiving, but I'm not sure the best way to do it.
Jessica: Hon, you just gotta stand up at dinner and slap your girl dick in the butter dish.
Sudden, intense longing and regret derived from watching a particularly appetizing dish being delivered to a nearby table, and realizing that one has made an inferior menu selection.
Hank was eagerly anticipating his scallops when the waiter brought the stuffed pork chops to the man at the table next to him. Unable to avert his gaze, Hank began to feel the anguish of dish envy.