(Recalling her conversation with Anna Nicole Smith eating lunch) All of a sudden, she takes a bite of something and she goes like this (makes a disgusted face) "I don't lahk it." I go, "What's the matter, honey?" and she goes "I don't lahk it. I thought it was mashed pataters." PA-TAY-TERS! I heard it with my own ears. PATATERS. Britney probably wants to marry her now. So, anyway, I looked on her plate and said, "No, it's polenta" and, I swear to God, she looks at me and goes "Pimento?" I said, "No, that's an olive. "Polenta"- it's like mushed-up cornmeal." She goes, "I don't lahk it. I thought..." Mashed pateters, I got it.

She looks as if butter wou'dn't melt in her mouth.

She came in with coffee and biscuits at half-past eleven with her mouth pursed up very prunes and prisms, and would hardly speak to me.

When the Law shows her teeth, but dares not bite.

She looketh as butter would not melt in her mouth.

A kiss without a moustache, they said then, is like an egg without salt; I will add to it: and it is like Good without Evil.

She knew few words and believed in none.

She seemed to have neither sense of fullness nor taste, and would often combine foods in manners that struck Blue as problematic. She didn't believe in telling people how to live their lives (well, maybe a little), but it was hard to stand by and watch Gwenllian spread peanut butter on a cold hot dog.

...she is simply the living portion of the meal.

Aunt Agatha, who eats broken bottles and wears barbed wire next to the skin.

Your words, O Hares! are good; but they lack both claws and teeth such as we have.

She wished her mouth didn't run on ahead of her so much. Her mouth was never any use to her when she needed it.

To think things out properly and fairly, a fellow's got to be calm and old and toothless: When you're an old gaffer with no teeth, it's easy to say: 'Damn it, boys, you mustn't bite!' But, when you've got all thirty-two teeth...

The trouble with her is that she lacks the power of conversation but not the power of speech.