Quotes About Elevator

I know [canned music] makes chickens lay more eggs and factory workers produce more. But how much more can they get out of you on an elevator?

The fucking deer just took the fucking elevator.

I have crazy claustrophobic dreams, weird elevator dreams where the elevator closes in and all of a sudden I am lying down - oh my God, it's a casket. Just freaky stuff like that.

What is technology?" Cian pulled his brother inside, pushed the button for the next floor. "It's another god.

Happiness is being stuck in an elevator and discovering the ravishing blonde with you is a liquor salesman with a case of samples.

The ping of the elevator door signaled their arrival at the bottom, just as an image flashed through his mind of Laurel huge with child--his child, their child. The very thought should scare him, but he found himself grinning. Trahern was staring at him as if he'd grown a second head. "I don't know where your mind is, Devlin, but it better be right here in this elevator with me.

Once, after I had just worked out, I hopped on the elevator at the gym only to look up and see Conan O'Brien on it with me. I was so sad. I was all sweaty, but I love him so much, and I couldn't help but nerd out on him.

I love doing scenes with two actors in an elevator, but sometimes I'm a little boy, and I like swinging a sword with 800 soldiers around.

But at the exact same time I got nervous about that, I also got this other feeling, which I can only describe of as love for Annemarie's elevator.

Different elevator music was playing since my last visit-that old disco song Stayin' Alive. A terrifying image flashed through my mind of Apollo in bell-bottom pants and a slinky silk shirt.

Annabeth's shoulders ached. The elevator's easy-listening music didn't help. If all monsters had to hear that song about liking piña coladas and getting caught in the rain, no wonder they were in the mood for carnage when they reached the mortal world.

With my sister perched on my arm, I walked to the elevator. A business man with a rolling suitcase was waiting by the doors. His eyes widened as he saw me. I must've looked pretty strange—a tall black kid in dirty, ragged Egyptian clothes, with a weird box tucked under one arm and a bird of prey perched on the other. "How's it going?" I said. "I'll take the stairs." He hurried off.

They [Percy and Annabeth] held the Doors shut as the elevator shuddered and the music played, while somewhere below them, a Titan and a giant sacrificed their lives for their escape.

Together we made our way down to the street level. Neither of us said a word. The music was awful--Neil Diamond or something. I should've made that part of my gift form the gods: better elevator tunes.

I'm not a drinker, my body won't tolerate...eh...spirits, really. I had two martinis New Years Eve and I tried to hi-jack an elevator and fly it to Cuba.

It was the pink elephant in the room, the thunderous fart in the elevator.

Fourteen members of the House of Representatives got stuck in an elevator together, and it ended badly. They got out.

elevator door opened and people poured out. Bustling, well dressed, Oriental.

The odds are loaded toward a path of least resistance in several ways. We often choose a path because it is the only one we see. When I get on an elevator, for example, I turn and face front along with everyone else. It rarely occurs to me to do it any other way, such as facing the rear. If I did, I'd soon feel how some paths bring on more social resistance than others.

One thing to be said for Baine was that he couldn't care less whether the people in his elevator were clothed or unclothed, so Rio was spared the computer's snide comments. Baine did know about sex, though. As Rio carried Nella out of the lift, Baine muttered, " Computer interface is so much easier ." "What did he say?" Nella asked as Rio set her on her bed. "Bad machine-language joke. Ignore him.

I parked my Cad around the corner on Olive Street, walked down Seventh to the middle of the block, then took a left. I walked between the shoe store on my left and the cafeteria on my right, into the alley about twenty feet, and stopped right in front of the elevator door. The elevator was there on my right; all I had to do was climb inside and be merrily on my way.

Charlie stood at the open door of the Elevator and stared into the swirling vapors. This, he thought, is what hell must be like. Hell without heat. There was something unholy about it all, something unbelievably diabolical. It was all so deathly quiet, so desolate and empty.

I put the Corvette in its spot in the parking garage and rode up in the elevator and went into my office and closed the door. There was a message on my answering machine from someone looking for Bob, but that was probably a wrong number. Or maybe it wasn't a wrong number. Maybe I was in the wrong office. Maybe I was in the wrong life.

I parked in the basement, then took an elevator to the lobby where I went through a metal detector and gave my name to a guy who looked like he ate a Pontiac for breakfast. Then I took another elevator up to seventeen.