“I really don't think I need buns of steel. I'd be happy with buns of cinnamon.”

“My anaconda don't want none unless you've got buns, hon.”

“The fisherman fishes as the urchin eats cream buns, from lust.”

“I mean, if I had a piccolo in front of me I would probably figure out how to play ‘Hot Cross Buns’ or something.”

“She is pasty and podgy, with the eyes of a currant bun, suddenly protruding with animation.”

“So if animals aren't our friends, then what are they? The answer can be summed up between two buns.”

“If I ever saw my muse she would be an old woman with a tight bun and spectacles poking me in the middle of the back and growling, "Wake up and write the book!”

“Okay," Kincaid said. "Anyone have any questions?"

"Why do they sell hot dogs in packages of ten but hot dog buns in packages of eight?”

“There's a cockeyed yellow poodle to the north of Conga Pooch;
There's a little hot cross bun that's turning green;
There's a double-jointed woman doing tricks in Chu-Chin-Chow,
And you're a better man than I am, Gunga Din.”

“If I allowed 'next $label' then I'd also have to allow 'goto $label', and I don't think you really want that…”