I scare the neighbors, the kids... They don't come to my house for trick-or-treating, trust me. I had to buy exactly zero amount of dollars worth of candy for the past couple of years.
Calvin Candie: [to Schultz] Come on over. We got us a fight going on that's a good bit of fun.
Russell: [to Carl, about Kevin] This was her favorite candy bar. Because you sent her away, there's more for you.
Wreck-It Ralph: It's not my fault one of your children of the candy corn stole my medal.
King Candy: [to Wreck-It Ralph] Is that a threat I smell? Whooo... beyond the halitosis you so obviously suffer from!
I love reference books, especially collections of memorable quotations, world almanacs, and atlases. Facts to me are like candy or popcorn, small, tasty delights, and I like to gorge on them now and then.
We have an online clothing boutique called Pink Candy Boutique that we manage in the midst of all of this, and trying to bring in different types of sponsors into NASCAR.
Nemo: I wanna go home. Does anyone know where my dad is? Peach: Honey, your father's probably back at the pet store. Nemo: Pet store? Bloat: Yeah. Like, I'm from Bob's Fish Mart. Gurgle: Pet Palace. Bubbles: Fish-O-Rama. Deb: Mail Order. Peach: eBay.
[discussing Tommy Plympton, the Bride's husband-to-be] Bill: And what does he do for a living? The Bride: He owns a record store. Bill: Ah. And what do you plan to do? The Bride: I work in the record store. Bill: Ah. Suddenly, it all seems so clear.
I've found, though, that people are more likely to share their personal experiences if you go first, so that's why I always keep an eleven-point list of what went wrong in my childhood to share with them. Also I usually crack open a bottle of tequila...
Vinny Gambini: [about his secondhand suit, which has an 18th-century look and is red] I bought a suit. You seen it. Now it's covered in mud. This town doesn't have a one hour cleaner so I had to buy a new suit, except the only store you could buy a n...
I saw a stationery store move.
...what books meant, the possibility they presented: you could protect them forever, store them up like engineers store water, endless resources of time and knowledge snared in ink, tied down to paper, layered on shelves...Moments made physical, unto...
The city centre was still crawling with Christmas shoppers looking to add to their already burgeoning piles of gifts. To Scott they were like ants at a picnic, teeming from store to store, trailing oversized carrier bags and infants behind them as th...
When I climb into my car, I enter my destination into a GPS device, whose spatial memory supplants my own. I have photographs to store the images I want to remember, books to store knowledge and now, thanks to Google, I rarely have to remember anythi...
Dinckler's Hardware Store clerk: I'm sorry, we're closed. It's 12:00 on Sunday. Melville Crump: It's 12:00, they're closed. WAIT A MINUTE! All we want is a pick and a shovel. Dinckler's Hardware Store clerk: Well, Mr. Dinckler is inside... Melville C...
Vaughan Cunningham: Please don't tell anybody at the store that Albert was here. You know how this town is. Everybody spreads cruel rumors. Melinda: You mean about you and Albert being that way...? I think everybody at the store already knows about i...
In the course of this story, and very soon now, it will be necessary to make some disclosures about Mr. Krupper of a nature too coarse to be dealt with very directly in a work of such brevity. The grossly naturalistic details of a life, contained in ...
Tanya: We're closed. Quinlan: You've been cookin' at this hour? Tanya: Just cleanin' up. Quinlan: Have you forgotten your old friend, hmm? Tanya: I told you we were closed. Quinlan: I'm Hank Quinlan. Tanya: I didn't recognize you. You should lay off ...
We were poor back then. Not living in a cardboard carton poor, not “we might have to eat the dog” poor, but still poor. Poor like, no insurance poor, and going to McDonald's was a really big excitement poor, wearing socks for gloves in the winter...
Even at an early age, I rebelled against my strict upbringing. When I was 9, I built myself a 'make-out fort' in our backyard from wood, filled it with candy, and invited my blond, blue-eyed neighbor over to kiss.
