Frank Grimes: He eats like a pig!
Lenny: Nah, pigs tend to chew. I'd say he eats more like a duck.
*Cut to Homer tipping his head back to gulp down a whole slice of pie*
Frank Grimes: Well, some kind of farm animal.
Lenny: Nah, pigs tend to chew. I'd say he eats more like a duck.
*Cut to Homer tipping his head back to gulp down a whole slice of pie*
Frank Grimes: Well, some kind of farm animal.
"When at table, he was totally absorbed in the business of the moment; his looks seemed rivetted to his plate; nor would he, unless when in very high company, say one word, or even pay the least attention to what was said by others, till he had satisfied his appetite, which was so fierce, and indulged with such intenseness, that while in the act of eating, the veins of his forehead swelled, and generally a strong perspiration was visible. To those whose sensations were delicate, this could not but be disgusting; and it was doubtless not very suitable to the character of a philosopher..."
—James Boswell, "The Life of Samuel Johnson"
