“A bald man made an attempt on Constant's life with a hot dog. Stabbed at the window glass with it. Splayed the bun. Broke the frankfurter. Left a sickly sunburst of mustard and relish.”
“If my nipples lactated mustard, I’d wear a bra made out of two hamburger buns.”
“Okay," Kincaid said. "Anyone have any questions?""Why do they sell hot dogs in packages of ten but hot dog buns in packages of eight?”
“If love were a variety of dog, I’d want mine hot. I’d take my love with ketchup and mustard.”
“Right. Because if you have trouble putting ketchup and mustard on a hot dog, you should totally move on to saving lives.”
“I want a man who is sunny-side up, with a large sausage, and two hot buns.”