“You're toast."I felt like toast, burning with anger inside my waterproof layers. "I am not," I insisted. "I might be lightly browned on one side.”
“I don't drink coffee I take tea my dearI like my toast done on one side ..."(Englishman in New York)”
“There are at least two sides to every issue, and I like my issues sunny side up. I also like bacon and toast on the side. Are you eating what I’m saying?”
“So I am death" Charlie said then turned to his daughter while buttering his toast."This is death toast sweety.”
“Burnt toast is actually fairly symbolic of Motherhood. If you are the one who burned the toast, you scrape if off and eat it yourself. If they burned it, you eat it because the burned it specially for you.”
“Toast is me.I am toast.”