“I'm not a purist. Coffee drinking minus cream and sugar is an acquired taste. I'm still not sure it isn't like telling chefs to dispense with spices in cooking.”

“I decline the coffee. I don't drink it, because no matter how much sugar I put into it, it still tastes like ass-water to me. Maybe it's because my taste buds are so desensitized to sweet that anything not comprised of at least ninety percent sugar tastes wrong”

“And make sure you tell daddyThat I'm still his little girlYeah I still feel like I'm where I'm supposed to beBut don't forget to remember me”

“I know I'm an acquired taste - I'm anchovies. And not everybody wants those hairy little things.”

“I'm an acquired taste. I'm anchovies. If I was potato chips I could go more places.”

“I drink coffee sometimes, but Starbucks’ coffee tastes like burnt ass,” I say.“Actually, it tastes nothing like burnt ass, Anna.”“And how would you know what burnt ass tastes like?”He laughs. “That’s for me to know…and you to find out.”I’m not sure I want to find out, but whatever.”