“Between them, the baby still cries. It's like a game of steal the bacon, where no one wants to take the bacon.”
“No one wants to do it with a chick who smells like bacon." Her brow creases. "Everybody loves bacon.”
“Books are like bacon for the mind.”
“I like eggs and bacon," George tells me. "But" - his face clouds - "do you know that bacon is" - tears leap to his eyes - "Wilbur?”
“Turkey Bacon. It's like saying "shoot" instead of "shit." It just doesn't quite carry the moment.”
“It’s best not to experiment on yourself. Bacon practically froze himself to death in one of his experiments and died of pneumonia.”{Right! Bacon must be heated. Knew that already, but thanks for the reminder.}”