He likes bread and butter.

Pan is a monkey that can spread butter on bread.

He spread butter on the bread.

She spread the butter on the bread.

He likes bread and butter.

Tom is spreading butter on the bread.

I ate bread and butter this morning.

We eat butter on bread.

I ate bread and butter this morning.

We eat bread and butter for lunch.

Bread and butter is my usual breakfast.

Which would you like to have with your bread, butter or cheese?

I ate nothing but bread and butter.

Better bread without butter than cake without freedom.

May I have this bread and butter?

Gregor had declared inedible two days earlier, a slice of dry bread, and a slice of salted bread smeared with butter.

Bread and butter is their usual breakfast.

No, danger is my bread and death is my butter.

The first witness was the Hatter.

Me! A course on bakers and the loathsome confections.

I was up all night cramming for that physics test.

The issue was they didn't know where the Scud launchers were.

You know, you just sit and eat. Heh.

'You MUST remember,' remarked the King, 'or I'll have you executed.'

Butter?

I use the words that it is marinating in itself.

We have lots of bread, and as for butter, we have more than enough.

Kebabs again!

And a pound of butter.

Pickled plums and radish

Peanut butter.

Peanut Butter.

Bread and milk are good foods.

And I've got a loaf of bread, proper white bread.

We were right near the market. I could hear the shots.

He means like... pow.

Why do we have this image?

Sort of stretched like butter scraped over too much bread.

And guess what, it's not our grandparents' chicken either.

Salted pork?

Oatmeal?

buttered fingers.

Some pickles, too.

Would you pass the butter, please?

Mrs. Hudson and I watch far too much telly.