What is left of the poor? Try to buy a fresh f**king vegetable in West Baltimore. It is a not completely inconceivable scenario in the future, we'll all look like that... Waddling from convenience store to fast food outlet, chewing mindlessly on 99 cent hamburgers.

In fairness, you know, I'm a big believer in if your kid makes noise in the restaurant you should remove the child immediately.

You have to love a town where you can both smoke and gamble in a pharmacy.

As a chef I’m not your dietitian or your ethicist, I’m in the pleasure business.

I'm not going to get off the pony as long as they let me ride it.

There's always this assumption that you're going to get everything right immediately. And any professional understands that that's just not so.

Assume the worst. About everybody. But don't let this poisoned outlook affect your job performance. Let it all roll off your back. Ignore it. Be amused by what you see and suspect. Just because someone you work with is a miserable, treacherous, self-serving, capricious and corrupt asshole shouldn't prevent you from enjoying their company, working with them or finding them entertaining.