“Oh yeah? What did you have last night?""Turkey sandwich on wheat. With a pickle.""And the night before?""Turkey sandwich on wheat. No pickle."She giggled. "What was the last hot meal you cooked?"He pretended to rack his brains. "Uh...beans and franks. On Monday.”
“Psychiatry in this place is like serving an in-flight meal in the middle of a plane crash. If I wanted to make you well, as a doctor, I should be giving you a parachute, not a cheese-and-pickle sandwich.”
“I want a Snuggle Sandwich—hold the pickle. Make it a combo and upsize it.”
“I don't care what your nose says! The last time you smelled half-blood, it turned out to be a meatloaf sandwich!""Meatloaf sandwiches are good! But this is a half-blood scent, I swear. They are on board!""Bah, your brain isn't on board!”
“Lestat, what did I say last night?' he asked. 'You are the damnedest creature!”
“Yeah, but what happens if life hands me pickles? - Bumper sticker”