"Is that what food actually tastes like? Do you get punched in the face every time?"
Lydia glanced back and forth. "I thought you… I thought you knew what food tasted like? You eat with us like all the time…"
"I mean, I sorta knew what food tastes like, but not really. It’s like the Lacroix of food."
"Bubbly, bland fruit water?"
Beetlejuice sat back on his chair. "Uh… Sure."
Lydia glanced back and forth. "I thought you… I thought you knew what food tasted like? You eat with us like all the time…"
"I mean, I sorta knew what food tastes like, but not really. It’s like the Lacroix of food."
"Bubbly, bland fruit water?"
Beetlejuice sat back on his chair. "Uh… Sure."
Leela: Bender, you drank and smoked when you were a robot!
Bender: But now it's bad for me!
Bender: But now it's bad for me!
— Futurama, "Anthology of Interest 2"
"Follow me, my Children, and the glory of victory shall be yours. We shall cleanse ourselves in the crimson waters of our enemy. We shall bring the ecstasy of quick release to those who stand before us. We shall give bloody praise to the Lord of Pleasure and sing his name as we dance across the fallen. Follow me, my Children, and you shall taste the undreamt joys that lie beyond the bounds of mortal sense."
— Fabius Bile, The Arch-Mason of Human Flesh, Warhammer 40,000
"I want to live! I want to explore the universe and I want to eat pie!"
— Urgo, Stargate SG-1
Angel: Why didn't you ever tell me about chocolate and peanut butter?
Buffy: Well, I figured if your vamp taste buds couldn't really savor it, then it would only hurt you, you know?
Buffy: Well, I figured if your vamp taste buds couldn't really savor it, then it would only hurt you, you know?
— Angel, "I Will Remember You"
"We are... explorers of the deeper realms of experience. Angels to some, demons to others."
— Pinhead, Hellraiser
"I never saw anything else, because everyone ate the same stuff. Well, not exactly the same stuff. I mean, it was 'perfectly tailored to your individual nutritional needs' and all that bollocks. But none of it was different in a way you'd actually notice. But then...then I came here. And oh my god. Oh. My. God. There's just...everything! And it all tastes so good! I'm not kidding. Even things everyone hates taste good!"
— Sam, Kaspall
Where their craven craftworld cousins shy away from tasting the fruits of the galaxy, many Haemonculi love to dive into the surreal extremes of sensation-seeking within the relative safety of their lairs. Having long ago grown bored of such home-brewed thrills, the Scarlet Epicureans take esoteric pleasures from the wider realms of realspace, each rapacious experience enhanced by the spirit syphon of a nearby Cronos. They may seek to taste the cerebral fluids of a visionary strategist, to feel the electric kiss of psychic lightning, to smell the pheromonal stink of mass panic, or to indulge in a thousand stranger quests besides. Eager to give the gifts of experience as well as to receive, these Haemonculi flay the skin from their Wrack attendants so they can better feel the hot kiss of uninhibited sensation.
—Warhammer 40,000: Haemonculus Covens
"Can't talk. Enjoying pleasures of flesh."
— Caliban, Narbonic
