I swear to freaking god I had about 8 dreams about this fu*king thing last night, none of which involved eating it, so I still can't say how it tastes. I would be just about to eat it when something dumb would happen. It was like the orange in Godfather, it would always be right there when something went wrong. DAMN THIS BURGER!

The Doc

And you liar, teller of tall tales: you trample all the Lord's commandments underfoot, you murder, steal, commit adultery, and afterward break into tears, beat your breast, take down your guitar and turn sin into a song. Shrewd devil, you know very well that God pardons singers no matter what they do, because he can simply die for a song.