“Oh, comfortable cocoa!”
“Holy mother of Lord Cocoa Puffs”
“Thank God for good genes and cocoa butter!”
“Oh! Miss Woodhouse, the comfort of being sometimes alone!”
“And at last father flung the rug off as if it were hampering him and strode over to the table saying, 'cocoa, cocoa!'-- it might have been the most magnificent drink in the world; which, personally, I think it is.”
“Oh yeah, this was so comforting. Like a porcupine in a condom factory.’ (Danger)”