A Quote by Rodney Dangerfield

My wife has to be the worst cook. I've got the only dog who begs for alka-seltzer. — © Rodney Dangerfield
My wife has to be the worst cook. I've got the only dog who begs for alka-seltzer.
After conducting Wagner, Beethoven's triple concerto is like taking an Alka Seltzer.
Culture is a little like dropping an Alka-Seltzer into a glass - you don't see it, but somehow it does something.
Culture is a little like dropping an Alka- Seltzer into a glass- you don't see it, but somehow it does something
That was the Alka-Seltzer moment, the moment when the tablet hits the water and begins to fizz.
I have an Alka-Seltzer bat. You know-plop, plop, fizz, fizz, when the pitcher sees me walking up there he says, 'Oh, what a relief it is'.
I just loved going fast. So I started out with Alka-Seltzer and soda water in a bottle and attached it to the skateboard. That didn't do much. I would try a leaf blower. I was searching for anything that would go fast. Then, the lawnmower engine.
I love to cook, and my wife loves to cook. Sometimes it's the appeal of the simplest of dishes - things you've grown up with in your life. Your emotional memory - something that not only affects your taste buds but that you've got an emotional attachment to.
If I'm really honest, I can't cook. I'm, like, the worst, worst, worst cook in the world.
My wife has to be the worst cook. In my house, we pray after we eat.
My wife has to be the worst cook. I don't believe meatloaf should glow in the dark
There is one thing more exasperating than a wife who can cook and won't, and that's a wife who can't cook and will.
I am tired of all these golfers who are happy with second place. The only one who will like you if you come in second place is your wife and your dog. And that is only if you have a good wife and a good dog.
Are you kidding? I'm a terrible cook, but John is a really great one. Literally, I never cook. The whole time we were dating, I prepared two officially romantic meals. Both of them were such disasters that he begs me never to go into the kitchen again.
I always think before an important shot: What is the worst that can happen on this shot? I can whiff it, shank it, or hit it out-of-bounds. But even if one of those bad things happens, I've got a little money in the bank, my wife still loves me, and my dog won't bite me when I come home.
Why did it happen? The big dog got fed. And when the big dog was fed, the little dog even got some meat in there, too. Big dog owns the domain, but the little dog can go wherever he wants.
My mother was really young when she had me, so she was a horrible cook, but we lived with my grandmother, who was fantastic. We eventually got our own place, and my mother started learning to cook. But it was also the '70s, so she was very experimental, and, well - thank God we had a dog.
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