“Taste my tuna casserole — tell me if I put in too much hot fudge.”

“(Signs on refrigerator) Could be a leftover tuna casserole inside…Or one of those pesky, black…U. N. helicopters.”

“ahhhh… satchel, my boy, there's nothin' like a tuna smoothie on a hot summer day…”

“So, Beav, tell me about yourself."
"I'm Blue."
"Sweetheart, if I had your dubious taste in men, I wouldn't be too happy, either."
"My name is Blue. Blue Bailey.”

“And then she went to the porridge of the Little, Small, Wee Bear, and tasted that; and that was neither too hot nor too cold, but just right.”

“As for literary criticism in general: I have long felt that any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel or a play or a poem is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full armor and attacked a hot fudge sundae or a banana split.”

“Bobby Tom told me he’s not afraid of the Chargers’ defense.”
“Bobby Tom’ll tell you he’s not afraid of nuclear war, so I wouldn’t put too much stock in his opinion.”

“Open the fridge and put
My heart on a plate.
I'm just as you left
me, and I taste even better
leftover.”

“Too much good taste can be boring”

“Put my ear to the door / I just heard gunshots and hot rods and sirensPeople kill me these days / There's keys in their eyes but they lock from the inside”