Well, a couple of eggs, over. Toast, no butter.

Poached eggs foryou, isn't it?

We've got 1 .98, and you're laughing! A loaf of bread, a dozen eggs quart of milk, four fried pies.

You like ham and eggs on toast? Anything!

I used to decorate the cakes down at the bakery.

With two eggs, toast and choice of fruit thrown in...

Changing bread and water into tea and cakes, indeed!

Austria will be finished in a few years... and a whole world will vanish... one to which we both belong, you and me.

You should know by now that Miss RailtonBell never has anything but a poached egg for breakfast.

Dumbhead. Dumbhead!

Oh, I brought some eggs, and milk, and some bread, and some good coffee for breakfast.

Lay eggs! Lay eggs!

An omelet. An omelet?

I could eat some beef noodle soup, or some reheated rice with soybean paste like that, no problem.

You think I hand my purse to every rough lout who asks for it?

Have you put the spoiled eggs in my carryall?

And now we're all going to be wanted for murder, and that's you too, boy.

Face, an opal.

Bye, dope. Bye, dope.

Here's another kind of prefiguring of epoxy because we've got glutenin and gliadin, neither of which are strong enough to make a good bread.

Bad Pentagon, bad!

Lay more eggs! Lay more eggs! Lay more eggs!

Gateau!

Can't make an omelet without breakin' an egg.

You really are, aren't you?

Breakfast to consist of four raw eggs, two slices of toast, coffee, one ounce of brandy.

I can give you ham and eggs, bacon and... I'll take ham and eggs.

He has an egg and is eating it.

If you care for an eggnog there's a wasted egg in the kitchen ready and separated.

The whole world's broke. We're all broke.

Here is my egg. And here is mine.

She spells cake, she gets cake.

Cadwalader, you're an ass. An utter ass.

Come on out, you're finished. You're through.

Eggs ( )

They hatch adders' eggs, and weave the spider's web he who eats of their eggs dies and that which is crushed breaks out into a viper.

They hatch adders' eggs, and weave the spider's web he who eats of their eggs dies and that which is crushed breaks out into a viper.

They hatch cockatrice' eggs, and weave the spider's web he that eateth of their eggs dieth, and that which is crushed breaketh out into a viper.

They hatch cockatrice' eggs, and weave the spider's web he that eateth of their eggs dieth, and that which is crushed breaketh out into a viper.

There are only dumb products.

Three! An egg... An authentic, genuine hen's egg!

It's the dumb kid, the troublemaker, the one who never does his homework.

To make a cake, you need egg, butter and sugar.

My sister told me to remind you about eggs and a cake.

Obsessed by the story of an egg! Softboiled eggs!