Wouldn’t you prefer a nice game of chess?
“No.” “THEN… DIEEEEEEE!”
No, Mr. Bond, I expect you to die.
“I had a dream, six months ago, that I would go to a place where I could eat as much as I want, and now I’m here!”
“Do you think you were dreaming about this place?”
“No, I think I was dreaming about Sizzler. There was one a block from my house.”
Can I have one guess? All-you-can-eat barbecue rib night at the Sizzler.
Shooter! Great to hear from you! You wanna go to the Sizzler and get some grub?
Can I give you two guys a friendly piece of advice, okay? Don’t ever go up to the drive-thru, okay? Always walk up to the counter. You know why? They FUCK you at the drive-thru! Okay?! They FUCK you at the drive-thru! They know you’re gonna be miles away before you find out you got FUCKED! Okay?! They know you’re not gonna turn around and go back. So they don’t care. Who gets fucked? Oh, Leo Getz! Okay, sure! I don’t give a fuck! I’m not eatin’ this tuna!
…and a Diet Coke, please.
I wanna lose three pounds.
I’ve been to… ten different fat farms in, God, I don’t know how many years, and I lost a total, a total of six pounds.
That’s a big Twinkie.
Where can I buy them?
Do you know the restaurant in San Francisco?
Do you know… the Muffin Man?
Congratulations San Francisco, you’ve ruined pizza!
Do you like penicillin on your pizza?
Wise man say: “Forgiveness is divine, but never pay full price for late pizza.”
Oh, and no anchovies. I said NO anchovies. You put anchovies on this thing and you’re in BIG trouble, okay?!
What the hell do you think Leona really puts in that pizza?
And it melts, God forgive me, it melts ever so slowly on your tongue, and tortures you with pleasure.