I'm not a superhero - I'm a super worker!
Jobs mean freedom for workers to support their families.
Where there is a worker, there lies a nation.
Work is valued by the social value of the worker.
This social worker lassie turns round n gies us a stroppy look. Ah jist smiles bit she looked away aw fuckin nippy likes. Disnae cost nowt tae be social. A social worker thit cannae be fuckin social; that's nae good tae nae cunt, thon. Like a lifegua...
The incommensurability between the modern economic system and the people who staff it explains why modern workers have so often been depicted as 'cogs' in the larger 'machinery' of industrial civilization; for while the practical rationalization of e...
Historical fact: people stopped being human in 1913. That was the year Henry Ford put his cars on rollers and made his workers adopt the speed of the assembly line. At first, workers rebelled. They quit in droves, unable to accustom their bodies to t...
Historical fact: People stopped being people in 1913. That was the year Henry Ford put his cars on rollers and made his workers adopt the speed of the assembly line. At first, workers rebelled. They quit in droves, unable to accustom their bodies to ...
I'm used to desperate, buddy. Desperate's my factory default. But thanks anyway.
Libraries are sexual dream factories. The langour brings it on.
I come from a very working class background. My dad worked in a factory for 40 years. We all put ourselves through school.
Lincolnshire is the Idaho of England. You were either going to drive a tractor for the rest of your life or head for the city to work in a factory.
My parents had a factory, so I was linked to the textile and fashion industry.
The United States is the greatest law factory the world has ever known.
Willy Wonka: Where is fancy bred, in the heart or in the head?
Willy Wonka: It's a musical lock. [begins playing Mozart's 'Marriage Of Figaro'] Mrs. Teevee: Rachmaninoff.
Willy Wonka: It happens every time, they all become blueberries.
Grandpa Joe: Good morning. Look at the sun.
Sam Beauregarde: What business are you in, Salt? Mr. Salt: Nuts.
What's it like here? There's a biscuit factory next door. We get the broken ones.
I almost shouldn't be in Limp Bizkit; it's like I got matched in the factory with the wrong band.
