Quotes About Nachos

Excuse me, but if you have time to work here—in between flirting and getting directions to parties—there's a fly in my nachos," Mr. Warner said. "Enjoy it!" I said to Mr. Warner. "It's on the house.

Taco Bell is going to start selling nachos and chicken nuggets wrapped in a tortilla. In other words, thank God we're going to keep Obamacare.

The food and drink that goes along with football is one of the best things: hamburgers, hotdogs, chips and dips. At the stadium I would probably get nachos, but when I'm at home we order pizza a lot.

My weekend treat is Mexican food, definitely. I love nachos and burritos.

During the first couple of years of 'Dancing with the Stars,' I would go to Jack in the Box in my ball gown after the shows and get the Taco Nachos with cheese as my reward.

A mountain of nachos might look fun - but at what cost?! Only the outermost layer gets topping love, while everything underneath is either naked and dry or sopping wet under the weight of it all.

Ever since Mike Tyson was champ, twenty-something dudes have microwaved nachos, popped opened Natty Lights, watched sharks do unspeakable things on TV, and whispered a billion 'Whoa, dudes.'

I could never give up Mexican food. Nachos are usually my go-to if I'm courtside at an NBA game. I always, always get my picture taken with my mouth wide open and a tortilla chip sticking out of it!

I think my favorite place to eat dinner is the movie theater. Dirty dogs, a big thing of nachos and a Cherry Coke - and I'm good.

I live on a lonely culinary island, built on (very thin) bedrock consisting of things I know, or believe, my family will eat. It is a small island. Fortunately, nachos are on that island with me, and nothing gets my family fired up like nachos for lunch.

The young waitress appeared with nachos piled so high it looked like she was carrying a small child. She dropped it on the table and said, "Can I get you guys anything else?" They both declined. She spun and left them alone. Wendy leaned across the table. "Who

but English nachos are very bad. Do not eat English nachos. I swear to God I've seen them put baked beans on them. Fish and chips, however, are very good. That's not a stereotype. That's fact. And that's what we are getting.

When I was a kid, we didn't eat in restaurants much, but a good report card meant my sister or I could choose anyplace in town for a dinner out, and I always picked Benny's, a dive bar near the train station, because they had the best nachos around.

My favorite kind of fast food is definitely Mexican.

We have some nachos left." Carlos motioned to a plate on the table. "But I don't suppose you're interested." "I already ate." Ian sat at the end of the table. "Anyone we know?" Carlos's amber eyes twinkled. "Ouch." He glared at Toni.

I can't go spicy. It's just not in my taste buds. So I'll avoid the jalapenos, but I'll go cheese - and honestly, I would say pork is a little better than chicken with nachos.

However, using insidious and irresistible mind-control techniques such as offering us Mountain Dew and a ton of nachos, the naval bigwigs had managed to corral us in this room for a debriefing.

Why do you gotta be going somewhere? Seems like it should be enough that we had nachos. And we got meaningful jobs. We catch bad guys. If it wasn't for us, there'd be vampires and all kinds of shit running around loose.

Let me tell you, nothing puts you off your bar-food nachos quicker than a lecture on the color and consistency of slug secretions.

Nachos, like a California ranch-style home, should never be built more than two layers high.

A man with a dream. A very simple dream, mostly involving nachos and beer, but a dream nonetheless.

Why is it so hard to find an exercise bike with a nice little basket where I can put my nachos?