donuts Quotes

Toll Road: [eating some bad food] Oh. This tastes like shit.
[to Caesar]
Toll Road: How's yours?
Hale Caesar: Can't complain about rigatoni. Plan ahead, fellas. That's all I have to say. Y'all, what if you knew you were going to die tomorrow? What would your last meal be? One choice.
Toll Road: One

choice?
Hale Caesar: It'd probably be cereal for you, huh?
Toll Road: What the hell's wrong with cereal?
Gunner Jensen: It's cliché.
Hale Caesar: You gotta be original. You know, if you were an original, broad-thinking man, you'd probably come up with some special cereal, like Earios. You know, just

like your ear. You know, pour milk on them suckers, they just lay there and you don't hear shit.
Toll Road: For the record, my hearing is 20/20.
Hale Caesar: Barney?
Barney Ross: Donuts and most food that kills ya.
Hale Caesar: That's deep, man.
Barney Ross: [chuckles] You think

so?
Hale Caesar: Maggie?
Maggie: Crispy aromatic duck with plum sauce. Very sexy.
[short pause]
Maggie: But I like Italian, too.
Hale Caesar: I'm starting to think Italian's overrated.
[everyone laughs]
Gunner Jensen: Hey. What about me? My favorite Swedish dinner

would be, baby seal, and whale ass, in the summer.
[to Maggie]
Gunner Jensen: But I'd really die for some Chinese.
Barney Ross: Then you're gonna starve to death.
[everyone laughs]

Badger: Don't buy this tree, Foxy. You're borrowing at nine and a half with no fixed rate, plus moving into the most dangerous area in the world for someone of your type of species.
Mr. Fox: You're exaggerating, Badger.
Badger: I'm sugar-coating it, man. This is Boggis, Bunce, and Bean, three of the meanest, nastiest, ugliest farmers

in the history of this valley.
Mr. Fox: Really? Tell me about them.
Badger: All right. Walt Boggis is a chicken farmer, probably the most successful in the world. He weighs the same as a young rhinoceros. He eats three chickens every day for breakfast, lunch, supper, and dessert. That's twelve in total per diem. Nate Bunce is a duck and goose farmer.

He's approximately the size of a pot-bellied dwarf, and his chin would be underwater in the shallow end of any swimming pool on the planet. His food is home-made donuts with mashed up goose livers injected into them. Frank Bean is a turkey and apple farmer. He invented his own species of each. He lives on a liquid diet of strong alcoholic cider, which he makes from his apples. He's as skinny as a

pencil, as smart as a whip, and possibly the scariest man currently living. The local human children sing a kind of... eerie little rhyme about them. Here, listen to this.
[turns on the radio]
Children's Song: [singing] Boggis, Bunce, and Bean / One fat, one short, one lean / Those horrible crooks, so different in looks / were nonetheless equally mean.