I'm a big fish eater. Salmon - I love salmon. My sister loves Chinese food and sushi and all that. I'm not as big of a fan, but she likes it so we eat it a lot. So I'm beginning to like it more. I don't like the raw sushi. I liked the cooked crab and lobster and everything.
I couldn't make ends meet. I tried Red Lobster. I tried Wal-Mart. I tried all these places and I couldn't make it. I couldn't. So, I tried this gentlemen's club, and, you know, I worked there, and it was just awful in those places. It was terrible.
I'm at the round table, where your seat at? Where your plate, where your lobster, where your sea bass?
I'm living on things that excite me, be they pastry, or lobster, or love. . .
Nice' in a bodyguard is about as useful as the ability to regurgitate whole lobsters.
the proper place to eat lobster. . . is in a lobster shack as close to the sea as possible. There is no menu card because there is nothing else to eat except boiled lobster with melted butter.
I'm a menace to society, But girls in biker shorts are so fly to me. After the date, I'mma want to do the wild thing. . . You're talkin' lobster? I'm thinkin' Burger King.
I had always felt that mittens were a few steps back on the evolutionary scale-- why, I wondered, would we want to make ourselves into a less agile version of lobster.
I don't eat friggin' lobster or anything like that. Because they're alive when you kill it.
Man needs to know but little more than a lobster in order to catch him in his traps.
All of us are born with a set of instinctive fears - of falling, of the dark, of lobsters, of falling on lobsters in the dark, of speaking before a Rotary Club, and of the words "Some Assembly Required".
CRAYFISH, n. A small crustacean very much resembling the lobster, but less indigestible.
Excuse me if I enjoy myself rather obviously! I don't often have the luck to have a dream like this. It is new to me for a nightmare to lead me to a lobster. It is commonly the other way.
Hey, we all have our fear. Mine is bugs and lobsters!
I consider the 3 most cruelly produced foods to be from lobsters, dropped alive into boiling water, veal from calves separated from their mothers and kept in crates, and pate de foie gras.
What is the pattern that connects the crab to the lobster and the primrose to the orchid, and all of them to me, and me to you?
When I get through tearing a lobster apart, or one of those tender West Coast octopuses, I feel like I had a drink from the fountain of youth.
[A]ll the ingenious men, and all the scientific men, and all the fanciful men, in the world,. . . could never invent, if all their wits were boiled into one, anything so curious and so ridiculous as a lobster.
I do not understand why, when I ask for grilled lobster in a restaurant, I'm never served a cooked telephone.
Hey, the bait is here. Get in Quebecers, get in the lobster trap, and then we'll close the door. And you'll have a referendum no matter what.
