In reverse chronological order:

Oh, sir, it’s only waffer-thin.

Of course you had to end it with spumoni! You may have eaten until you were near death, but you did what’s left of the Italian community in Brooklyn real proud.

I ate 7/8ths of a Bloomin’ Onion while sitting in my car in a park next to the Outback. That I could not wait to get it home, and not the fact that I was violently ill for the next two days, was the shameful part.