Max: [Berating a subordinate] What next, the 'Andes Plane Crash Cookbook'?
Max: I knew that divorce was too good to last!
Max: [to Dr. Deere, about being dangerously overweight] Cut down? I am what I am precisely because I've eaten my way to the top! I'm a work of art, created by the finest chefs in the world. Every fold is a brush stroke! Every crease a sonnet! Every chin a concerto! In short doctor darling, in my present form, I'm a masterpiece!
Max: Don't tell me another cook has been murdered! Who is it this time, Aunt Jemima?