Snack-fueled Strategist Pillows

Jeff decided to realise his potential and fulfil his wildest dreams...as soon as he'd completed this level.

'Still not ready to talk? Ok dip him again.'

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Little league world series of poker.

"Tia Carmen, is it okay if my study group meets here tomorrow?"

To do before Saturday...

"This was a wicked-hard test. I'm pretty sure everybody got a bad grade."

'If only I'd spent as much time on my investment portfolio as I did on my lolly mix when I was a kid.'

'Tomorrow's special is fish, so wear the flounder suit.'

You're next, Mr. Kimble - right after his apple danish.

'Seven layers in one dip? Gentlemen, what have we wrought?'

Janey then realized that babysitting isn't easy...

"Or we could raise your profile by coming out with that pimple on the end of your nose."

Jeff's Smorgasbord

Man opens refrigerator which promptly burps.

Champagne

'Strained Carrots Again? What am I being punished for this time?'

"My favorite tea: hot daffodil-infused chamomile with a hint of whiskey. Are you serious? Of course I'm serious! I've been dosing myself with small quantities of poisonous daffodil ever since 1931. You have to build up an immunity if you want to survive in the cutthroat world of Scrabble tournaments."

Pull and all nighter...

"Sir, I have a question that's lunch-related."

Diets: Sweets and Biscuits.

'Mum, it's not fair: The principal said I was not allowed to take nuts to school anymore...'

Making healthy eating bearable.

"My mommy suggested I try a different advertising approach."

"Saturn. No contest. A deadly, treacherous gas giant ringed by a gossamer halo of ice. It symbolizes both death and life. Both evil and good. It symbolizes existence itself."

'I'm saving some for leftovers tomorrow.'

"I didn't bring a resume. I brought coffee and donuts."

"And when conventional theories don't work, we've got Charnier here to do us a spot of voodoo marketing."

"The most obvious side-effect of having a chip implanted in my brain is a constant craving for onion dip."

"Ask Mom for Sweet Chunk Cookies. If she says no, ask Grandma."

'If I promise to be good for the next 30 years, can I have some sweets Dad?'

"Yeah. I'm into fitness. Fittin' dis whole sammich in my mouth."

'We cut it into teensy-weensy squares.'

"We know you have better treats than raisins...we hacked your supermarket loyalty card."

Randolph maintains a stiff upper lip while the rest of him just goes to hell.