Madam, I have been looking for a person who disliked gravy all my life; let us swear eternal friendship.

Soak blanket in gravy and make a delicious brick wrap. Serve in All Gravy Room at the Mandrake Hotel.

I’ll keep you in my heart forever, just so long as you don’t clog up my arteries. Just so you know, my love is like extra gravy all the time.

It pours itself. My love, I mean. I hope you like a lot of gravy on your mashed potatoes!

It’s not fun to pet cats when you’ve already poured gravy on them, and you’re holding silverware.

I’m a fan of Meatloaf. He has a voice like it’s covered in thick gravy. There’s nothing better to make love to, with the possible exception of grandma’s casserole.

I brush my teeth with a leg of fried chicken, and gravy is my toothpaste.

Grandpa used to like gravy on everything, including his pancakes. If love could be eaten, I’ll bet he’d prefer it with gravy on top. And I’d have to agree. Love would taste better with gravy.

I loved her like meatloaf. Our love was the kind covered in ketchup—and not gravy.