Elwood P. Dowd: Here, let me give you one of my cards. Now if you should ever want to call me, call me at this number. Don't call me at that one, that's the old one.
Boris: Call me an ambulance. Somebody, call me an ambulance. Nicky Dimes: Shut up. Boris: Fuck you, I'm bleeding. Nicky Dimes: I'll call you a hearse... this is for Cody. [He shoots him]
I did a play I think my first six months on the show, called Bullpen. Then I got involved with Theater Forty and did this play called Plastic which is about two male models coming to a casting call.
Call it vanity, call it arrogant presumption, call it what you wish, but I would grope for the nearest open grave if I had no newspaper to work for, no need to search for and sometimes find the winged word that just fits, no keen wonder over what eac...
Certain brands of guilt can be inculcated in a secular way but other brands of guilt can only be obtained with reference to the metaphysical.
I don't like phones. You can't be sure people are paying attention to you when you're talking to them.
At 16, I started a web development business and had clients from the Netherlands, Caribbean, and across the country - none of whom knew my age because I could conduct all my business with a phone, scanner, and the Internet.
The most enjoyable book in the world is the phone book, because think of all the sex that went into creating the content.
Phones are distracting. The internet is distracting.The way he looked at you? He wasn't distracted. He was consumed.
I missed the good old days when phones were sturdy enough to be pounded for emphasis.
She understood how a world jammed with phones, email, and faxes could still leave you feeling utterly alone.
When I see my phone light up, I always hope that it's a text message from you
Cricket Bell.” I smiled into my phone. “How did you get so wise?
Don’t do it gurl,” he said with a wink. “You need to pretend like that phone is your best friend’s husband’s dick now drop it.
Our culture needs to find a robust image of female success that is first, not male, and second, not a white woman on the phone, holding a crying baby,
I'll be with my sister. And believe it or not, she has a phone and everything. She stopped using smoke signals last year." - Nana
Butch tightened his grip on his cell and wished there were an app that let you reach through a phone and bitch slap someone.
Hi there," squeaked a precocious little voice, "you are speaking to Chloe Fusakawa, and I have just learned how to answer the phone.
He was my age and in my imagination he was a fireman, not the kind that actually fights fires but the kind who travels the country shirtless posing for calendars.
The phone book shouldn’t be arranged alphabetically, but by height. Guess how tall my love for you is. That’s right—taller than Goliath!
I talked to him on Christmas, and again on March 5th. Neither one of us hung up the phone that whole time.
