Check, please!
I’m best served on ice cream.
But I always read your name as Evil OJ… I’d drink that maybe.
Hello! 
And cold.
I’m sweet, covered in frosting, and terrible for you. Enjoy!
Why am I suddenly thinking of that old boogie-woogie song?
*I’m looking for a cherry
For my banana split
Because without a cherry
A split just ain’t a split
I went to see Old Maid Blye
She still had hers but it was old and dry
Looking for a cherry
For my banana split!*
Excuse me; I believe anything to do with ice cream is a job for me. 
I have layers, but I’m no onion…
I’m delicious I am…
I triple dog dare you.
Sorry about that.
A spork will be no use on me. Unless it has long enough tines for use as a toasting fork…
Though if you don’t like chocolate, I could be this kind of teacake and be perfectly safe. Or… how do you feel about coconut?
Am I helping?
I can’t help you with your weight problem.
Paging Vinyl Turnip…
(yummy :D)
There’re many dopers who’ve neglected to name themselves after food that are tasty nonetheless. 
Neither of those are the right kind of teacake. You have failed me.
You can’t eat me if you can’t find me. 
“Stealth” is not equal to “invisible.” You’ll make a mistake, eventually. And I’ll be there when you do. With butter at the ready.
hides the bacon bits behind her back and whistles nonchalantly