Quotes About Moustache

A kiss without a moustache is like beef without mustard.

I moustache you a question, but I'll shave it for later.

He wore a black hat and a drooping moustache. His face was angular but the eyes, like the eyes of most cowhands, were bored. It occurred to Miss Pink, acknowledging the introductions with grace, that the bored eyes went with the myth, as an expression of contempt went with the gangster myth.

My 'Movember' moustache was never going to be as big as Nigel Mansell's, but I tried my best. The amazing thing is that when you try to grow a moustache, you notice everyone else's. There are some amazing moustaches on the grid.

What the hell are you, Meyers? A Nazi?" Brad smiled. "No. I hate Nazis. I like their uniforms." "What about that picture of Hitler?" "I like his moustache." "And that big flag?" "I like red, white, and black, and I couldn't find an Egyptian flag, all right?" The man laughed. "Christ, Meyers, you're so fuckin' weird.…

Such a one, in George's opinion, was this gurgling excrescence underneath the silk hat. He comprised in his single person practically all the qualities which George disliked most. He was, for a young man, extraordinarily obese. Already a second edition of his chin had been published, and the perfectly-cut morning coat which encased his upper section bulged out in an opulent semi-circle. He wore a little moustache, which to George's prejudiced eye seemed more a complaint than a moustache.

A lesser moustache, under the impact of that quick, agonised expulsion of breath, would have worked loose at the roots.

A kiss without a moustache, they said then, is like an egg without salt; I will add to it: and it is like Good without Evil.

A red nose is the clown's mask and my moustache is mine.

At first I assumed he was a Mexican, but slowly began to realise that a real Mexican probably wouldn't be wearing a sombrero in a London nightclub. And he'd probably have a real moustache, not a stick-on one. A Mexican with a stick-on moustache would be like a Super-Mexican, because he'd have two moustaches, and that'd be cool, because a Super-Mexican could probably use his poncho as a cape, and then I realised I was saying all this to the man's face.

Nobody had promised as much as the representives of the short man with the silly-looking moustache, p20

I don't have the confidence to pull off a moustache.

No, she doesn't know it's me. I'm in disguise. Look, I know someone who does this with just a pair of glasses. And I have glasses AND a moustache.

A cinema villain essentially needs a moustache so he can twiddle with it gleefully as he cooks up his next nasty plan.

Even his moustache—teased into the shape of a wide up-thrusting "w"—was so famous it acquired a name: Er ist erreicht! "It is achieved!" Manipulated through the miracle of pomade—its key ingredient the remarkable new product, petroleum jelly—it was the very model of a modern moustache, a controlled riposte to the great bushy, biblical patriarch beards and side-whiskers of the previous generation.*

His name was Captain Montague. He had broken his leg some time before and so had been unfit for active service till then. A kind of phosphorescent pale elegance about his face. A delicate, gallant moustache. He was one of the most supremely stupid men I have ever met. He taught me a great deal.

The thing about the Nazis," Ruud said, "is that they're paranoid, but they never see what's right under their noses. If they did, Hitler wouldn't wear that bloody silly little moustache.

Then came the deglutition of saliva, and the old lady instinctively wiped the stubble of her toothbrush moustache with her handkerchief.

Anyway, that's how it is! Either they obey the law, or they're expelled!! And make sure they wear their veils correctly..." - "If hair is as stimulating as you say, then you need to shave your moustache!" My father actually said that.

Life is like a moustache. It can be wonderful or terrible. But it always tickles.

alternately on his thickly moustached face; he spoke with the unassailable confidence that a college-education in the midst of general illiteracy gives one.

And I really think it would be better if Mum stayed indoors while the moustache is in full bloom, as people are always making snide comments about that woman in the cake shop (to be honest, I made one or