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'I love the simplicity of this place!'

"They must be grown-up ducks, because they're eating the crusts too."

"Tonight, perhaps Mrs. Lewis would prefer this quiet little table for two from which to send back her entrée?"

"Five hamburgers with buns, three hamburgers without buns and two buns, without hamburgers."

"They always throw us stale bread, so I've decided to bake my own, fresh break..."

"Sorry, dear... I don't have a pumpkin spiced flat white chai latte. I just have this one..."

'How is the water prepared?'

"This alphabet soup is in Times New Roman. I ordered Segoe Script! May I please speak to the chef?"

"If man is my best friend, why is he giving me this crap to eat?"

"Yes, I'm sure some child in Brussels won't starve if you eat his sprouts."

"Michael, do your dinner."

"For regurgitated food, it's great, but the presentation..."

"It's an ugly nose, but at least it gets rid of some broccoli."

"Eat those veggies or I'll change the wifi password."

"Looks like we'll be eating leftovers for a month!"

'Do you, Freddie Finicky, promise to eat all your dinners up?'

'Could we send the broccoli to Haiti?'

'There is something wrong with the spinach. It tastes good.'

"How could they possibly know it's gluten-free, low gi. . . ?"

"Do I have to eat the cherry?"

"Don't get me wrong, I like apples, but for some reason, that seems to be the only treat they ever give us..."

Picasso paints AND eats like a child!

'Ketchup? You know that's an insult to the chef, right?'

'Wait a minute! I want it stirred, not shaken!'

'for the record, it tasted like black licorice.'

'I don't really hate vegetables, but if I eat them, what's next...GIBLETS?'

A single man can be seen through the front window of the "ME Only Restaurant".

'C'mon, just eat a mouseful.'

"Ewww – Cabernet with tuna fish?"

"You're not being punished, Kenny...Salad is what we're having for dinner."

The wrong approach to getting a child to take medicine.

'Really, would it be asking too much for maybe a nice piece of cake?'

'Oh I can't stay here, i'm allergic to shell fish.'

"What do you mean, 'No hot pastrami'? What kind of heaven do you call this?"

"Please mum, please!"