I do love Italian food. Any kind of pasta or pizza. My new pig out food is Indian food. I eat Indian food like three times a week. It's so good.

You better cut the pizza in four pieces because I'm not hungry enough to eat six.

I dream about 'Cheers.' Like when you go on a diet and you dream of pizza. I always think of those wonderful years. I loved working on it.

My nutritionist has done a great job in changing my diet after we established I am allergic to things like gluten - I can't eat pizza pasta and bread. I have lost some weight but my movement is sharper and I feel great.

I wanted to perform well for my mom and dad because in high school I didn't have a job. My brothers they worked at Pizza Hut or places like that but sports that was my way of giving back.

In high school during marathon phone conversations cheap pizza dinners and long suburban car rides I began to fall for boys because of who they actually were or at least who I thought they might become.

The closest thing I use to beauty products is the grease on the pizza from John's Pizzeria.

The radiation left over from the Big Bang is the same as that in your microwave oven but very much less powerful. It would heat your pizza only to minus 271.3*C - not much good for defrosting the pizza let alone cooking it.