Don't skimp on the ice. Bags from the grocery store melt so fast and water down your drinks. I prefer beautiful, big squares for my cocktails.
I don't drink any soda. None at all. Just water with lemon. If I need something different: iced tea. I don't have anything like protein shakes.
Our tools are extensions of our purposes, and so we find it natural to make metaphorical attributions of intentionality to them; but I take it no philosophical ice is cut by such examples.
She wasn't always a pillar of ice. Her warmth and good deeds were repaid with deceit and betrayal until little by little a chill took over.
I like ice hockey, but it's a frustrating game to watch. It's hard to keep your eyes on both the puck and the players and too much time passes between scoring in hockey. There are usually more fights than there are points.
I robbed them, and I killed them as cold as ice, and I would do it again, and I know I would kill another person because I've hated humans for a long time.
I don't think that we have a consistent team motto, but before we take to the ice, Charlie and I like to go over things and just reminding ourselves to have a wonderful time and enjoy the moment.
American-style iced tea is the perfect drink for a hot, sunny day. It's never really caught on in the UK, probably because the last time we had a hot, sunny day was back in 1957.
I've never felt a strong urge to rush into Hollywood, so I bided my time and waited till I had a decent body of work to show people, the icing on the cake being 'Salmon Fishing' and 'Parade's End.'
Sid: For a second there, I actually thought you were gonna eat me. Diego: I don't eat junk food.
Diego: Whoo, yeah! Who's up for round two? [pause; embarrassed] Diego: Um, t-t-tell the kid to be more careful.
Diego: Is its nose dry? Sid: That means there's something wrong with it. Diego: Someone should lick it, just in case.
Sid: From now on, you'll have to refer to me as "Sid, Lord of the Flame." Manfred: Hey, Lord of the Flame, your tail's on fire.
Diego: I'm... sorry I set you guys up. Sid: Ah, you know me, I'm too lazy to hold a grudge.
[Diego makes a huge jump] Sid: I wish I could jump like that. Manfred: [kicking Sid] Wish granted.
Manfred: Hey, he's wearing one of those baby-thingies. Sid: So? Manfred: So, if he poops, where does it go? Sid: ...Humans are disgusting.
Diego: You want to maul something, don't you, Zeke? Zeke: [whining anxiously] I wanna maul. Diego: Then what are you waiting for?
Sid: Well, I think mating for life is stupid. I mean, there's plenty of Sid to go around.
[Rumbling is heard] Manfred: [to Diego] Tell me that was your stomach. Diego: Shh. Sid: I'm sure it's just thunder. From, under... ground?
Lloyd Dobler: The rain on my car is a baptism, the new me, Ice Man, Power Lloyd, my assault on the world begins now.
Brick Top: You're on thin fucking ice my pedigree chums, and I shall be under it when it breaks. Now, fuck off.
