Quotes About Indulgence

I kicked my shoes off, shuffled out of the black jeans and carted an armload of food into my bedroom. I switched the television on and crawled into bed with the channel changer. Do I know how to have a good time, or what?

As much as I disliked Eddie Kuntz, I could sort of identify with a man who got a stiffie over banana cream pie.

No one can eat just one French fry." "I bet supermodels eat just one French fry.

That's just terrible. Obviously the woman needed a cannoli. I don't know what this world's coming to when you get arrested for needing a cannoli.

Morelli grinned down at me. I don't know where he's getting it, but he's got some really good shit in those brownies.

I thought you were trying to lose weight." "Yeah, but I don't want to waste away to nothing. And anyway, everyone knows you don't gain weight on Sunday. Sunday's a free day.

They got stuff here that I didn't even know existed. Everything's spandex and sequins. It's a retired ho's dream come true.

Grandma ladled out oatmeal for the three of us. She and I took our bowls into the dining area, and Bob ate his in the kitchen. When Grandma and I went back to the kitchen, Bob's bowl was empty. The cardboard box that used to hold the cake was also empty. "Guess Bob's got a sweet tooth," Grandma said. I shook my finger at him. "That was rude. And besides, you'll get fat." Bob wagged his tail.

Okay, so this had all the makings of a cluster fuck, but there was a Dairy Queen Oreo Cheese-Quake Blizzard waiting for me somewhere.

Probably went to get a pretzel

You could always count on melted cheese to have a calming effect.

Where's my candy bar?" Lula asked. "I don't have

Ramos drank a shot, then he lit up and dragged the smoke deep into his lungs. 'Ahh, he said on the exhale. Sometimes I envy people who smoke. They always look so happy when they suck in that first lungful of tar. I can't think of many things that make me that happy. Maybe birthday cake.

Sometimes I envy people who smoke. They always look so happy when they suck in that first lungful of tar. I can't think of many things that make me that happy. Maybe birthday cake.

I ran through the store gathering together some basic foods. Bread, cheese, Tastykakes, peanut butter, cereal, milk, Tastykakes, eggs, frozen pizza, Tastykakes, orange juice, apples, lunch meat, and Tastykakes.

Fruit is not my thing," Kate said. "Watch me eat an In-N-Out burger sometime.

My favored exercise was walking the length of the mall to get to Cinnabon.

He sometimes thought he'd like to become an alcoholic, but he couldn't afford the liquor.

My first thought was always of cake. His first thought was always of sex. Don't get me wrong. I like sex . . . a lot. But it's never going to replace cake.

Well hell, Tallulah, then go get an ice cream.

I'm only getting one doughnut," Lula said, getting out of the Firebird. "I'm on a new diet where I only have one of anything. Like I can have one pea. And I can have one piece of asparagus. And I can have one loaf of bread.

You can trust a woman who likes s'mores," I said. "It's the gooey factor.

I think you should go shopping first. I like when you bring all that kinky stuff home.

I ate the 100 Grand bar first, and then the Kit Kat