At home in L.A., Sunday is lazy. It's the wife and me lying in bed with coffee, watching 'The Soup' or something funny on TiVo. The kid will occasionally join us. Eventually, breakfast is at a place down the street called Paty's. And we always have s...
When I was one day old, I learned how to read. When I was two days old, I started to write. By the time I was three, I had finished 212 short stories, 38 novels, 730 poems, and one very funny limerick, all before breakfast.
Vern: Geez, Gordie. Why couldn't you have gotten breakfast stuff? Like Twinkies and Pez and Root Beer? Gordie: Sorry, Vern. I guess a more experienced shopper could have gotten more for your seven cents.
I'm a child of the '80s, so like everyone else, I love all those classic, formative movies - 'Ferris Bueller's Day Off,' 'Pretty in Pink,' 'Sixteen Candles,' 'Dirty Dancing,' etc., with 'St. Elmo's Fire' and 'The Breakfast Club' existing on a separat...
I do not write by any set time schedule. I realize there are many writers who follow a daily regime where they arise at 6:00 a.m., do some sort of exercise, eat breakfast and then sit down and produce words for a three to four hour period.
With the kids around, this is a different world to me. I spend a lot of time with them till they go to their playschool. I wake up early, have breakfast with them. I come back from work and am with them again till they go to bed by 10 P.M. Touch wood...
[as the pelicans watch Gerald choking on his breakfast] Nigel: Reckon somebody oughta help the poor guy. Pelicans: [all shrug and mutter] Yeah, yeah right... Nigel: [sarcastically] Well, don't everybody fly off at once.
Raoul Duke: If I were you, I'd leave the Doctor alone until after he's eaten his breakfast because he's a very crude man. [at absolutely nothing] Raoul Duke: Jesus God!
The Boss: [showing a picture] That was my son. Notice how I said was? Slevin: Yeah. The Boss: That's because he's dead. Murdered. Relegated to the past tense. Sent from an is to a was before he'd had his breakfast. Slevin: Bummer.
Natalie: Is that what your little note says? It must be hard living your life off a couple of scraps of paper. You mix your laundry list with your grocery list you'll end up eating your underwear for breakfast.
Steve: I'm outta here! See ya early. Robbie: I'm outta here! Diane: You I can handle. Robbie: I got school! Diane: Breakfast first. Robbie: All right, I'll just flunk.
Elinor Dashwood: Marianne, can you play something else? Mamma has been weeping since breakfast. [Elinor exits; Marianne switches to a dirge] Elinor Dashwood: [from the other room] I meant something LESS mournful, dearest.
You've got to set yourself up to be as healthy as you can. The thing we tend to do is when it gets to be a bit too hard, we actually opt out for the absolute worst option. For example, if you're in a rush in a morning and you feel like you don't have...
In a psychiatric hospital, a lot of people believe that people on TV are talking to them directly through the screen. I'm with about 500 of these people, and I'm on TV every Friday night. As I was queuing up for breakfast one morning, one guy nearly ...
I'm very, very focused on my children. In fact, I'm very religious about having breakfast with them every morning, having dinner with them every evening, and spend all the weekends with them that I don't work. So as long as I'm not traveling, I'm alw...
Apone: All right, sweethearts, what are you waiting for? Breakfast in bed? Another glorious day in the Corps! A day in the Marine Corps is like a day on the farm. Every meal's a banquet! Every paycheck a fortune! Every formation a parade! I LOVE the ...
Holly Golightly: What do you do, anyway? Paul Varjak: I'm a writer, I guess. Holly Golightly: You guess? Don't you know? Paul Varjak: OK, positive statement. Ringing affirmative. I'm a writer.
Holly Golightly: But just look at the goodies she brought with her. Paul Varjak: He's all right, I suppose, if you like dark, handsome, rich-looking men with passionate natures and too many teeth.
Paul Varjak: [Holly, while having a nightmare, begins crying] Why are you crying? Holly Golightly: [wakes up] If we're going to be friends let's get one thing straight right now. I hate snoops!
Holly Golightly: Thursday! It can't be! It's too gruesome! Paul Varjak: What's so gruesome about Thursday? Holly Golightly: Nothing, except I can never remember when it's coming up.
Holly Golightly: 's alright. It's only me. Paul Varjak: Uh... Now wait a minute, Miss... uh... Holly Golightly: Golightly. Holly Golightly. I live downstairs. We met this morning, remember? Paul Varjak: Yeah.
