I just don't see the point of not eating cheese. I mean, if God didn't want us to eat cheese, would he have let man invent it?

All I want is food right now. I've got a dog. I've got a husband. We need the necessities.

Melted cheese is a culinary veil...a foxhole where mediocrity can hide.

Fact: I don't know of a single girl who doesn't wish the show-it-all boxer-shorts phenomenon would go away as well. Guys, we just don't want to see your underwear. Truthfully, we believe that there is a direct correlation between how much underwear you show and how much you've got upstairs, if you know what I mean.

You have to be a romantic to invest yourself, your money, and your time in cheese.

To me, life without veal stock, pork fat, sausage, organ meat, demi-glace, or even stinky cheese is a life not worth living.