My very first cook book.

Sgt. Dan 'Hondo' Harrelson: Dammit, Street! You've got to learn to control your fiery temper! You're a good cop, and a good man, but I need to have confidence in my team members when we're transporting dubiously-ethnic, crudely-stereotyped foreign criminals!

Jim Street: You know, you'd be a whole lot more relaxed if you cracked open a crisp, refreshing Dr. Pepper.

Hondo: Gee, what a great idea! While I'm at it, why don't I hop down to my local McDonald's and grab a few juicy, delicious hamburgers to go along with the soda?

Sanchez: I am a strong, female role model! Watch me sweat!

LL Cool J: Bluest, deepest, my hat is like a shark's fin!

The two craziest dreams ever:

1. I watch Richard Lewis brutally murder Eric Thornton on an island on a lake surrounded by forest.

2. My brother and I disguise ourselves as two of the Lawrence brothers to steal food from a supermarket, I watch El Chupacabras patrol the edge of our campground and ride go-karts in a haunted house where a woman I'm flirting with sticks a white M&M under my eyelid and tells me I'm crying.

All who want to hear a Don't Pick At It live broadcast, say "Aye."