Originally Posted By: pizzaboy
Too hot to cook.


Too hot to do anything, as far as I'm concerned.

According to the local weather forecasts, by the end of the week we'll be frying eggs on the sidewalk.

Cold salads and deli sandwiches are starting to sound better and better.

Signor V.

"For me, there's only my wife..."

"Sure I cook with wine - sometimes I even add it to the food!"

"When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies?"

"It was a grass harp... And we listened."

"Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it? Every, every minute?"

"No. Saints and poets, maybe... they do some."