“Psychiatry in this place is like serving an in-flight meal in the middle of a plane crash. If I wanted to make you well, as a doctor, I should be giving you a parachute, not a cheese-and-pickle sandwich.”

“I want a Snuggle Sandwich—hold the pickle. Make it a combo and upsize it.”

“Oh yeah? What did you have last night?""Turkey sandwich on wheat. With a pickle.""And the night before?""Turkey sandwich on wheat. No pickle."She giggled. "What was the last hot meal you cooked?"He pretended to rack his brains. "Uh...beans and franks. On Monday.”

“This is not your fucking captain speaking". Dietrich's voice squawked over the intercom. "Don't fucking bother me. If you can't locate exits, well you're shit out of luck. Head's in the rear of the plane and I didn't pack shit for you motherfucker's to eat so deal with it. This flight will take approximately one hour. Don't make me crash the fucking plane. Cause I will if I deem it necessary"Dietrich- Enslaved In Shadows”

“I would love a sandwich,' said Tybalt, with enough gravity to make it sound like a formal proclamation. Resolved: that we will have ham and cheese sandwiches.”

“I like wearing gloves made of cheese (Swiss), and then going around asking elderly men if they want a knuckle sandwich.”