I voted Republican this year; the Democrats left a bad taste in my mouth.
One must say; be in charge of your fucking feelings and keep your mouth shut.
But I don't want to sing everything out of the side of my mouth, I want people to understand what I mean.
Obviously a candidate has to be held responsible for the words that come out of his mouth, regardless of where they came from.
We all know what happens to first ladies who shoot their mouths off.
So long as you have food in your mouth, you have solved all questions for the time being.
Here's how it is: I feel guilty about every single bite of food that goes into my mouth.
Oh, you know, driving around, coming to a stop sign and an entire family, from 8 to 80, will be looking at me with that Dr. Evil look - pinkie on the mouth.
The process and the great smells it produces make everyone hungry and get everyone's mouth watering. And it gives men a chance to cook.
The growing attention Americans are paying to what they put into their mouths has touched off a new scramble by the processed-food companies to address health concerns.
I want to tell you what it was really like to think death is imminent, but I can't. It's a taste in your mouth. And an emptiness.
When even one American - who has done nothing wrong - is forced by fear to shut his mind and close his mouth - then all Americans are in peril.
It's funny how when your kids get sick, they get even cuter when they have a stuffed nose and they mouth breathe.
I prefer love scenes to be shot up close with a lot of focus on eyes and mouths. Otherwise it can feel uncomfortable and voyeuristic.
You cannot tell an audience a lie. They know it before you do; before it's out of your mouth, they know it's a lie.
This howling mouth, this head which rolls back and tries to escape.
I have this peculiar ability to be able to anticipate mouth movements on screen and fill them with words or sound.
No one got anywhere by being too scared to open their mouth in case nobody laughed.
What is time a November leaf a child's vacillating mouth a rose a left-over, half-drunk glass of water.
I am so wise I had my mouth sewn shut.
I've had to learn when not to tweet. Like, you learn how to keep your mouth shut? Learn to keep your tweet shut.
