Lunchtime. My momma used to pack those tongue sandwiches. And I couldn't
eat them tongue sandwiches. I couldn't eat tongue. I couldn't eat nothing
that came out of an animal's mouth. I had too much class. My favorite was
egg sandwiches.
-- Larry Storch
Lovejoy: I know one of you is responsible for this. So repeat after
me: If I withhold the truth, may I go straight to Hell where I
will eat nought but burning hot coals and drink naught but
burning hot cola --
[all the kids recite in unison]
Ralph...