I like pancakes.

Samantha: So, how were they? Carrie: The pancakes? Delicious, exactly what I wanted. I couldn’t get enough. Samantha: No, I was referring to the moves. Carrie: Delicious, exactly what I wanted. I couldn’t get enough.

Love is a bicycle with two pancakes for wheels. You may see love as more of an exercise in hard work, but I see it as more of a breakfast on the go.

I pet my cat like a guitar, but I hold him like a stack of musical pancakes.

Tomorrow’s Pancake Friday, despite the fact that it’s Monday, and I don’t eat breakfast.

Grandpa used to like gravy on everything, including his pancakes. If love could be eaten, I’ll bet he’d prefer it with gravy on top. And I’d have to agree. Love would taste better with gravy.

The sergeants are shunted forward and they blink and stare up at Gonzo as he leans on the edge of his giant mixing bowl. MacArthur never addressed his troops from a mixing bowl–not even one...

I don’t have to tell you I love you. I fed you pancakes.

We both disliked rude rickshwalas, shepu bhaji in any form, group photographs at weddings, lizards, tea that has gone cold, the habit of taking newspaper to the toilet, kissing a boy who’d just smoked a...

Dr. Jules Hilbert: Hell Harold, you could just eat nothing but pancakes if you wanted.Harold Crick: What is wrong with you? Hey, I don’t want to eat nothing but pancakes, I want to live! I...