I've never been a fan of personality-conflict burgers and identity-crisis omelets with patchouli oil. I function very well on a diet that consists of Chicken Catastrophe and Eggs Overwhelming and a tall, cool Janitor-in-a-Drum. I like to walk out of a restaurant with enough gas to open a Mobil station.
My father would always tell me that creativity didn't matter at the diner. When I was probably 14 or 15, I would put - I mean, it was a no-nonsense place - but I would try to put a sprig of parsley or orange curl on the omelets, or something like that. He'd be like "Don't do that!"
Merlin’s beard, what is Xenophilius Lovegood wearing? He looks like an omelet.
I think life's turning into an omelet and people will just have to live with that.
I like egg white omelets with veggies, or oatmeal with almonds and fruit.
Id like an omelet named after me.
Omelets are not made without breaking eggs.