When I am in trouble, eating is the only thing that consoles me.
— You know what they put on French fries in Holland instead of ketchup?
— What?
— Mayonnaise.
— Goddamn.
— I've seen 'em do it, man. They fuckin' drown 'em in that shit.
I hate people who are not serious about meals. It is so shallow of them.
You know what vegan chicken and rice is?! It's rice!
An empty stomach is the Devil's playground.
When one thinks about eating one's heart grows lighter, and Auntie began thinking how that day she had stolen the leg of a chicken from Fyodor Timofeyitch, and had hidden it in the drawing-room, between the cupboard and the wall, where there were a great many spiders' webs and a great deal of dust. Would it not be as well to go now and look whether the chicken leg were still there or not? It was very possible that her master had found it and eaten it.
Oh, no, I have to go, because I'm late for my, um... Green Eggs and Ham discussion group. Um, tonight, it's "Why he would not eat them on a train."
John Spartan: — Oh, God. This is fantastic. You guys gotta try one.
Lenina Huxley: — Just don't ask where the meat comes from.
John Spartan: — Huxley, what's that supposed to mean?
Lenina Huxley: — Do you see any cows around here, detective?
John Spartan: — Que es este carne?
Saleswoman: — Este carne es de rata!
John Spartan: — Rat? This is a rat burger? Not bad. As a matter of fact, it's the best burger I've had in years.