Rachael Ray: Hey, Joy! Well, this is a first. I gave you a bunch of my pots and pans as a gift -- what are you cooking in them? Red Bull stew?
Joy Behar: My spousal equivalent, Steve, and I cook sausage and peppers in them. Sometimes we pound on them when the neighbors get loud.
RR: I'm glad you're putting them to good use. Do you have any Red Bull recipes? Or do you use it as a mixer with vodka?
JB: I tried to make a lasagna with it, but it didn't come out right. I thought the "red" in Red Bull was marinara sauce.
RR: Did Red Bull pay you for this ad?
JB: No. How stupid am I?
RR: How many do you drink in a day?
JB: Opening the cans takes too much time. I have a Red Bull drip now.
RR: Does drinking it make you red or bullish?
JB: Enough with the Red Bull questions.
RR: Okay, okay. Well, your office fridge isn't giving me much to work with here! Since you're clearly not cooking anytime soon, do you have any tips for ordering takeout or eating at a restaurant in your neighborhood?
JB: Never eat at a Chinese restaurant named Mama Teresa's Trattoria.
RR: Words to live by. Were you a picky eater as a kid?
JB: I was. I was a skinny little b**chlet, believe it or not.
RR: Have you ever made a home-cooked meal for your man?
JB: Oh, my man, I love him so. Especially when he cooks.
RR: What's the best meal you've ever had?
JB: A pepperoni pizza when I was 12 years old in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, where I grew up.
RR: If you were throwing a dinner party -- catered, of course -- who are your dream dinner guests?
JB: You. I assume you'll do the cooking.
RR: You have a formal standing invitation to my house for supper! What would you like me to make you?
JB: You can make me comfortable on the couch while you're in the kitchen cooking.