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.

On the red side for me.

You see, I burned for eight years.

Like them scrambled?

Yeah, fry 'em hard.

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.

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

The same unbelievable boredom

Your brain gonna fry out here.

Two stacks of battercakes and no indigestion.

I want to eat a big cutlet.

It stinks of fried food.

Why do you distrust me, Lord?

I'd let him stew a while longer.