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“What do you eat?” she asked.
“Mulligan stew,” said Bob. “My friends and I collect scraps of food all day, and then we cook it up in a big pot and share it. It’s always different, but very tasty.”
“Why is it called mulligan stew?” asked Stephen.
“There was once a hobo named Mulligan,” said Bob. “He made the first mulligan stew.”
“Was he a good cook?” asked Todd.
“No, he was eaten by cannibals.”
― Louis Sachar, Wayside School Is Falling Down

“No one’s ever brought me flowers before,” said Mr. Kidswatter. “You may not believe this, Louis, but I don’t have many friends.” He put his hand on Louis’s shoulder. “You’re like a son to me,” he said.
“And you’re a maggot-infested string bean,” muttered Louis.
“What?” asked Mr. K.
“I said, you’re a magnificent human being.”
― Louis Sachar, Wayside School Gets A Little Stranger

“The hobo wore old black shoes that also looked like they were too big for him, but that might
have been because he wasn’t wearing any socks.”
― Louis Sachar, Wayside School Is Falling Down

“Mac raised his hand. “Once I could only find one of my socks,” he said. “Man, I looked everywhere for it! Under the bed, in the bathroom. You’ll never guess where I finally found it.”
“In the refrigerator,” said Bob.
Mac’s mouth dropped open. “How’d you know?”
Bob shrugged. “Where else?”
― Louis Sachar, Wayside School Is Falling Down