Sometimes, giving up your privacy is a little like going to the dentist and we have let him have access that no one's ever had.
My dad was an actor and a writer; my mum was a drama teacher. My grandma was an actress. My aunt is an actress. My granddad was a cameraman. They would've been surprised if I wanted to be a dentist or something like that.
Be it a trip to the dentist, getting an injection or even coming home with a good report card, my reward always had to be a book. I didn't care much for anything else.
Faced with the choice of enduring a bad toothache or going to the dentist, we generally tried to ride out the bad tooth.
I go to the dentist every six months, I get a cleaning, so... I'm fortunate enough that those fluoride treatments as a child worked. Not getting any cavities.
I always wanted to be a dentist from the time I was in high school, and I was accepted to dental school in the spring of 1972. I was planning to go, but after the Olympics there were other opportunities.
Dentists seem to me very orderly, businesslike people who appear to become somewhat bored with the routine of their work after a period of time. Perhaps I'm wrong.
Dentist: Good thing I pulled the right one, eh, Prime Minister?
Mr. Park: [hands Dae-Su a business card while grinning a big gold-toothed grin] This dentist is really good.
Wallace: Hey... is that the cops? I'm an innocent victim in here! I was attacked by a coked up whore and a - a fuckin' crazy dentist!
Steve Bolander: Where are you going? It's awfully early in the morning. Curt Henderson: [pause] I have a dentist appointment.
I'm like the guy who prepares your taxes or a dentist. I'm very conservative and boring in a lot of ways.
But I can also write in crappy motel rooms, while standing in line, or sitting in the dentist's chair.
Waiting in line for something mundane is very boring. Waiting for my doctor to see me and waiting for my dentist to see me, yes, that is boring.
For almost anyone who chooses to be a writer, since so very few writers are able to learn a living from their work that is equivalent to the living earned by the average dentist or accountant.
Yo Mama’s so ugly, her dentist treats her by mail order.
All this fuss about sleeping together. For physical pleasure I'd sooner go to my dentist any day.
Did you forget a dentist appointment or something, big guy? Where the hell did you hop off to?
For the very top earners, vision and inspiration are essential. You need those to become the next Steve Jobs, but perhaps not to be the highest paid dentist in Beverly Hills.
One of my sensory problems was hearing sensitivity, where certain loud noises, such as a school bell, hurt my ears. It sounded like a dentist drill going through my ears.
I get sensationalism, I get gossip, I understand that. If I'm at the dentist, I'll flip through those magazines as well. But it's especially annoying when it's something that is too much.
