Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which to day is, and to morrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith. Therefore take no thought, saying, What shall we eat? or, What shall we drink? or, Wherewithal shall we be clothed? (For after all these things do the Gentiles seek:) for your heavenly Father knoweth that ye have need of all these things. But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.
Marion Cobretti: — You know what the trouble with you is? You're too violent.
Tony Gonzales: — Me?
Marion Cobretti: — It's all that sugar you eat.
Tony Gonzales: — This is the first sugar today.
Marion Cobretti: — It's that junk food.
Tony Gonzales: — Bullshit!
Marion Cobretti: — Try prunes, something natural. Raisins. Try fish. Fish and rice. Very good.
Once I had serious health problems, and the state of our modern medicine did not allow me to cope with them. One day I realized: this is a sign — I need to deal with my own ailments myself. Gradually, I began to wean myself from animal food and now I'm fine without it. Of course, it is difficult for a person who loves meat and eats it with pleasure to understand me.
The best of all physiciansIs apple pie and cheese!
An empty stomach is the Devil's playground.
— And theft means my pies.
— Your pies? Why on earth would anyone want to steal your godforsaken pies?
— My pies are the talk of Camelot.
— Oh. Yes, indeed they are — a crust like rusted iron, a filling like last year's horse dung, and the smell — oh, yes — just like the guard house's latrine!
— No one insults my pies and gets away with it!
— Oh, I'm sorry. Should I speak instead of your poisonous flans — like vomit, curdling in the noonday sun — or your dumplings? The king, himself, likened them to freshly lain frog spawn wrapped in pig snot!
— If only we had a horse.
— Or a pig.
— You can't ride a pig.
— No, but we can roast it... with carrots, parsnip and apples.
— Merlin...
— No, you're right. We won't waste those apples. We'll put them in a pie.
— Stop it.
— She gave me sixpence and she sends me to the shop for margarine, eggs and bread. And I came back...
— With a top hat and a coconut?
— That was all our money we had for the whole fucking week and my mum beat me with a fucking frying pan.
— Why the hell did you buy a top hat and a coconut?
— Cos I thought she deserved it. I thought we all did. And I could never understand why people like us only had bread and fucking lard... And I wanted to be different. That's what I wanted.
— And you are.