An omelet. An omelet?

The eggs are just right.

Make me two fried eggs.

I am going to fry an egg in a pan.

That too, but rather a fried egg.

Hens don't lay eggs just so people can make omelets.

Let's start that omelet. That's right.

Comrades, I am out of the omelet.

So much for fixing me an omelet! Burned to a crisp.

I cannot fry these eggs. They are rotten.

In a tank, you can fry like an egg.

May I have fried eggs and a cup of coffee, please?

Your eggs are burning, you know that, don't you?

You could fry eggs on that thing. The sand is keeping the heat in.

Fried eggs with grated cheese, and lots of cornflakes.

Take a shower, poach an egg, rinse a shirt, hit the sack and that's all.

I bet he comes back with a bit of fried egg and bacon!

Then may I suggest an omelet with mushrooms?

I usually won't sweat until my body reaches 105 degrees F enough to fry an egg.

It will be a massive one, but completely tasteless... in either a stew or an omelet.

I say, Terry, please, I'm trying to fry an egg in here. Give me a break.

I'm going to have an omelet souffle, and after that some strawberries with thick cream.

Ladies and gentlemen, tomorrow, you can fry eggs on sidewalks, heat up soup in the ocean, and get help from wondering maniacs if you choose.

All he has to do is walk through a room and the omelet drops.

If you stand alone, it means a boiled egg... but if you're true to the collective spirit and stick together, you've got an omelet.

Just bring me the squab with wild rice, asparagus with hollandaise... a small mixedgreen salad with a touch of garlic... cherries jubilee, and a double martini.

Not even your suffering can stay my hand

On the red side for me.

I yearn for you so badly I can't bear it anymore.

You see, I burned for eight years.

Like them scrambled?

Yeah, fry 'em hard.

Of blinis and sour cream. The Russia of pirozhki.

All night long, to watch him turning and suffering and nothing I could do for him.

Thousand, stupid!

Such a trashtalker!

We made pancakes for breakfast.

by the colors red and black.

Gee, you have got it bad, haven't you?

Two years is a long wait.

I should have had enough sense to know that there was there was something burning inside of him.

The Netherlands is not at war.

Their job is to fry the potatoes.

Battercakes, sausages, molasses and coffee.

Here's the ghee, now fry some chappatis