Quotes About Phone

She's drunk dialing contractors " Chloe said to Tara. "Someone should stop her.

There was a group of fans who wanted autographs, and several women who managed to write their phone numbers on Wade's hand before he pulled free. Sam sent him an arched brow, but he just shrugged. He got numbers written on him a lot; he'd never figured out how to stop that from happening.

Arf! Arf, arf, arf! Oh, Jesus, the Antichrist's barking was going to split open his head. Quiet, Tank, Grace said. Toby, baby, grab him and put him in the laundry room, please. Anna, good, you're back. Get a phone in case we need to call nine-one-one. Got it, Anna said, sounding so unusually shaken that Josh did open his eyes. Look at that, Antichrist number two was worried about him. Nice change.

Is there anyone there with you? she asked. He turned his phone so she could see that he was in his bedroom at Vallejo Street, alone except for Pita sleeping on his pillow. I thought she wasn't allowed on your pillow. She's not, he said. But apparently she's the ruler and I'm just her bitch.

She picked up the phone message pad and turned on her computer, watching as Safari automatically loaded Yahoo news.

It is the prerogative of wizards to be grumpy. It is not, however, the prerogative of freelance consultants who are late on their rent, so instead of saying something smart, I told the woman on the phone, Yes, ma'am. How can I help you today?

The phone rang again almost the instant I put it down, making me jump. I peered at it. I don't trust electronics. Anything manufactured after the forties is suspect—

Murphy appeared again as soon as I hung up the phone. 'Tell me you didn't just make a date, Dresden.' 'You're just jealous.

She sounded untypically merry on the phone, enjoying the rare whorish feeling she was sure would pass.

Sometimes life really sucks. Then I see your name pop up on my cell phone and I cant help but smile.

A relationship with no trust is kind of like having a phone with no service. You just end up playing games.

Mais les gens de cette génération avaient été élevés au rythme de la Voix dans la Maison des secrets : un monde dans lequel le téléphone pouvait sonner à n'importe quel moment pour te donner l'ordre de virer la moitié de tes collègues. Eliminer son prochain est la règle d'or de jeux dont on les a gavés au biberon. Comment leur demander, aujourd'hui, de trouver ça morbide? (pages 11-12)

I see people putting text messages on the phone or computer and I think, 'Why don't you just call?'

He stopped what he was doing and pulled out his magic phone. Okay, the phone wasn't magic, but it does things my computer struggles with.

Every Sunday my dad calls to ask if I went to church. And every Sunday I lie and say: Sorry. Wrong Number.

He just got in the car, but the batteries dead. So he asks to use the phone and she gives him some head.

Greg had been nearly out the door, on his way next door to Shari's birthday party, when the phone rang. "Hi, Greg. Why aren't you on your way to my party?" Shari had asked when he'd run to pick up the receiver. "Because I'm on the phone with you," Greg had replied dryly.

It was a no-worms weekend," Todd told Danny over the phone after dinner on Sunday evening. "Way to go!" Danny replied enthusiastically. "Not a single worm," Todd told him, twisting the phone cord around his wrist.

It's okay. I'm fine…really. I couldn't fit my phone in my clutch, so I left it in my room.

That is the bane of speakeasy life. You ring up your friend the next morning to find out whether he is still alive.

Marv stared at his phone. Kids these days. It was like on that day in school when they taught personal responsibility, this entire fucking generation had banged in sick.

It's fun to get a message on the phone service that Lucille Ball or Burt Reynolds called, and play it very blase by asking, 'Anyone else?'

I don't try to attach myself to technology so much. I'm on my phone a lot, though, but in the off season, I try to get away from it as much as I can.

The phone rang. I picked it up. "Are you sitting down?" Curran's voice asked. "Yes." "Good." Click. I listened to the disconnect signal. If he wanted me to sit, then I'd stand. I got up. The chair got up with me and I ended up bent over my desk, with the chair stuck to my butt. I grabbed the edge of the chair and tried to pull it off. It remained stuck. I would murder him. Slowly. And I'd enjoy every second of it.