The definitive lines and finest utterances of the revivifying pie-maker.
I'd love to tell myself I was being unselfish, but I know, deep down in my primal sweet spot, I was being unselfish for selfish reasons. (Discussing his motivation with Chuck)
This is not strange - unusual, maybe. Eccentric, in a quaint way, like dessert spoons. (Of Chuck's musing on her state and their relationship)
Not a fan of the blow. (To Chuck's statement that it would 'cushion the blow')
What is so great about knowing? When you lift up a rock, do you find whipped cream? No, you find worms. I say 'no' to knowing. (On his limited knowledge of Emerson)