Onions, tomatoes, and a whole bunch of lattice
I need some for tonight.
I said, Hell Yeah, but how did you know my name was Phones
None of your business.
A bingo machine.
I weep uncontrollably when I cut them.
You don't cry when you cut up a saxophone. Happy Saxophone Day Why this musical abomination deserves its own day is beyond me. Edit: beside to beyond
No tomatoes.
A tom-a-FOOT! In Europe, they call it a tom-a-METER.