“They call me Tater Salad”

“call it chicken salad”

“I just want to get on a table, dance on someone's tater tots, and wait for the hall monitor to drag me away”

“call it crazy, or just chicken salad. But within reason, or without it i was in it too.”

“Sméagol won't grub for roots and carrotses and - taters. What's taters, precious, eh, what's taters?''Po-ta-toes,' said Sam. 'The Gaffer's delight, and rare good ballast for an empty belly. But you won't find any, so you needn't look. But be good Sméagol and fetch me some herbs, and I'll think better of you. What's more, if you turn over a new leaf, and keep it turned, I'll cook you some taters one of these days. I will: fried fish and chips served by S. Gamgee. You couldn't say no to that.' 'Yes, yes we could. Spoiling nice fish, scorching it. Give me fish now, and keep nassty chips!''Oh, you're hopeless,' said Sam. 'Go to sleep!”

“She said to me, "This is fun.""It weirdly is," I said."Maybe these are our salad days.""Huh?""You know. Happy.""What's happy about a salad?"She shrugged. "Ranch," she said.”