“Let's be friends based on mutual hate."- Wallace Wells"Listen to this, okay? Just listen. You hear that? That's' market bacon hitting the pan. Today a child is born unto us, and his name will be bacon." - Wallace Wells”
“Listen to this, okay? Just listen. You hear that? That's market bacon hitting the pan. Today a child is born unto us, and his name will be bacon.”
“You told me I smelled - like bacon.""Well," he said evenly. "That's awkward.”
“Let's be exclusive' Charles Wallace said.”
“Well, of all the bacon-brained, sapskulled, squirish, buffle-headed nodcocks!”
“Now I know what a piece of bacon feels like when it is suddenly picked out of the pan on a fork and put back on the shelf!""No you don't!" he heard Dori answering, "because the bacon knows that it will get back in the pan sooner or later; and it is to be hoped we shan't. Also eagles aren't forks!”