But here is the single greatest thing about the 'Vanity Fair' party: There are uniformed In-N-Out Burger employees circulating the room with trays of cheeseburgers all night long.

There are a zillion variables to a hamburger. What part of the animal went into it. What coarseness. What temperature.

I'm good with a grill. I like to make cheeseburgers - I once read in a David Goodis crime novel that you're only supposed to flip a burger once.

We all need to make time for a burger once in a while.

I enjoy the burger joint the same way I enjoy fancy meals.

I have done a Hamburger Helper commercial, a Hardees commercial, a McDonalds commercial. American Express commercial.

I'm normally a burger and chips girl - such a cheap date.

'Divergent,' directed by Neil Burger, displayed an admirable seriousness and some grim verve in laying out the boundaries of novelist Veronica Roth's dystopia - six segregated but ostensibly harmonious regions defined by their inhabitants' skills.

A burger is a black dress; a kebab is a Met Gala gown.

I enjoy the burger joint the same way I enjoy fancy meals.

There was a Burger King in Hamilton, N.Y., where Colgate is, that had three sizes: Small, Medium, and Liter. I would go in there and order a large. And they'd say, 'We don't have large; we have liters.' So they'd make us order liters of cola, which I found to be just anti-American.

My standard Nando's order is a chicken breast burger served 'medium,' which is still fairly spicy.

Neil Hamburger writes such cutting jokes.

Pizza and burgers are really different. It depends on my mood. Right now, I could go for both. I don't want to pick one. I don't think it would be fair to the burger or to the pizza.

I still eat a burger at a counter with ketchup dripping down my face.

I've discovered the burger is a crazy thing in Vegas, but I was one of the early chefs to do a lot of burgers.

Since Londoners started taking their burgers as seriously as the Americans do, discerning burger lovers have come out of the woodwork to judge every component from buns to pickles, patties to cheeses.

Paris, as always, is swarming with Americans, and these days, it's also swarming with hamburgers. Oddly, though, it's not typically the Americans who are pursuing the perfect burger on the perfect bun with the obligatory side of perfect coleslaw; the Americans are pursuing the perfect blanquette de veau.

In my 20s, I mostly ate burritos and nachos, with the occasional burger.

You turn hotdogs with tongs. Don't you ever use those tongs on a hamburger.