I didn't finish high school - left home when I was 15. I moved away to Fresno and worked as a grocery clerk. I went to college part-time at California State Fresno, and then ended up finishing in two and a half years because I wanted to get on with t...
The Indian education system, like the Indian bureaucratic system, is Victorian and still in the 19th century. Our schools are still designed to produce clerks for an empire that does not exist anymore.
Emotions are contagious. We've all known it experientially. You know after you have a really fun coffee with a friend, you feel good. When you have a rude clerk in a store, you walk away feeling bad.
We must declare ourselves, become known; allow the world to discover this subterranean life of ours which connects kings and farm boys, artists and clerks. Let them see that the important thing is not the object of love, but the emotion itself.
Those of Manhattan are the brokers on Wall Street and they talk of people who went to the same colleges; those from Queens are margin clerks in the back offices and they speak of friends who live in the same neighborhood.
When I was in college my girl got me a job at the doctor's office she was working at. I was a file clerk. No disrespect but I don't think a man can do that job. It takes so much meticulous and precise file-keeping.
TR on using extramarital accusations against Wilson: "It won't work. You can't cast a man as Romeo who looks and acts like an apothecary's clerk.
Wife: I'm not eating something that was cooked by some cracker-ass hatemonger! Husband: I will. Baby, you can't taste racism! Randal Graves: What racism, "porch monkeys?"
Counter Girl with Ear Guy: You fuckin' freak. [pulls boyfriend by loop in ear] Randal Graves: I'm not even gonna point out the irony, here.
Emma: Come outside with me, I've got a surprise for you! [Emma and Dante run outside and pass Jay, posing completely naked] Dante Hicks: That's my surprise? Emma: No.
[Jay hands Emma a cake] Jay: Quick, hit that two-timing fuck with this! [she hits Dante with the cake] Jay: Hey, you wanna go out some time?
Jay: [Emma parks her SUV and gets out. Jay and Silent Bob stand in front of the graffiti on the side of the Mooby's - "Eat pussy."] Oh, we *totally* do.
Elias: How many times? Hobbit Lover: Well, um, three for "Fellowship," two for "Towers," four for "Return." Elias: Five for "Return"! Hobbit Lover: Dude!
Sexy Stud: [as he drops into his seat in the jail cell, sighing sadly as he leans back against the bars] I miss my donkey.
Randal Graves: What's the point in having an Internet connection if you're not using it to look up weird, fucked-up pictures of dirty sex you'll never have yourself?
Dante Hicks: [after Emma flashes Randal] What'd you do that for? You realize he just thinks you're trying to get him into a threeway with us now, don't you?
Randal Graves: You're gonna be rolling in the pussy, man! Elias: Don't be gross! Randal Graves: Says the guy who was just playing tonsil hockey with his mother.
Randal Graves: The best part of this job is all the barely legal pussy that comes in here. And they all look up to me 'cause I've got a driver's license. It's awesome.
Elias: Well, I mean, as you know, my online handle is Optimus Prime. Randal Graves: I know that. I wish I didn't.
Clerk at Flamingo Hotel: Can I call you a cab? Police Chief: [screaming] Sure, and I'll call you a cocksucker!
The name of my ailment was longing, and it was not cured till I finally went to the department store and counted out the money in small coins before the dismayed clerk. When I came to the house, I held up the instrument before the eyes of the astonis...
