Quotes About Waitress

Kindle, isn't it?" the waitress asked. "I got one for Christmas, and I love it. I'm reading my way through all of Jodi Picoult's books." "Oh, probably not all of them," Wesley said. "Huh? Why not?" "She's probably got another one done already. That's all I meant." "And James Patterson's probably written one since he got up this morning!" she said, and went off chortling.

The waitress, a plain brunette disguised as a pretty brunette...

She looked around the room and motioned for the waitress to bring her check. Eb waited while she settled her tab.

The waitress came and put the drinks on the table. Murakami drained his in a single draught. Yukiko followed suit. "Ii yo," Murakami growled. Good. Yukiko set her glass down with practiced delicacy. Murakami looked at her. She returned the look, something almost theatrically nonchalant in her expression. The look went on for a long moment. Then he grinned and grabbed her hand.

I don't love comedy but I can watch someone who's kind of interesting forever. I think a waitress who's having a bad day is a lot more fun than Robin Williams doing forty minutes of material.

It is in a case like this that a doctor knows he is powerless in such circumstances, that he longs for change; a change which would prevent the injustice of a system in which until a month ago this poor old woman had had to earn her living as a waitress, wheezing and panting but facing life with dignity.

I ordered a cheeseburger and a beer from a waitress who looked as though she wanted to be in one of those want-to-get-away? commercials. She called me hon. I love when a waitress calls me hon.

The young waitress appeared with nachos piled so high it looked like she was carrying a small child. She dropped it on the table and said, "Can I get you guys anything else?" They both declined. She spun and left them alone. Wendy leaned across the table. "Who

The diner waitress came over with a pot of coffee. Ilene nodded for her to pour, but Susan asked what herbal teas they carried. The waitress looked at her as if she'd asked for an enema. Susan said any tea would do. The waitress came back with a Lipton tea bag and poured hot water into the mug. Susan Loriman stared down at the drink as if it held some divine secret. "Lucas

Men return from the facilities and seem embarrassed to discuss where they've been. They never hear any gossip. Never see any celebrities. Never find out if the fish on the menu is frozen or that the blond waitress is married to the drummer, who is jealous. To women, a rest room is an adventure.

Take the one about the time he was sitting next to a clean-living Methodist bishop—at a reception, allegedly, in Canada—when a good-looking young waitress came up and offered them both a glass of sherry from a tray. Churchill took one. But the bishop said, 'Young lady, I would rather commit adultery than take an intoxicating beverage.' At which point Churchill beckoned the girl, and said, 'Come back, lassie, I didn't know we had a choice.

They stumbled out the door and to the diner down the street. Most of the patrons looked even more hungover than they did. The waitress, a seen-too-much big-hair, brought them an urn of coffee before they even asked. She was on the plump side, just the way Fester liked them. He gave her a smile and said, "Hi, sugar." She

The big-haired waitress returned. She asked what they were having. Ray ordered pancakes, nothing else. Fester ordered a breakfast that included every food group on every chart ever made. It took nearly two full minutes to say it all. Ray wondered if the order came with a side of Lipitor. When

Just coffee," Bosch said. "You already ate?" Wish said when the waitress went away. "Uh, no. But I'm fine." "You don't eat much, I can tell.

Eventually, mercifully, the waitress prised the spoons out of our hands and took the dessert stuff away, and we were able to stumble zombielike out into the night.

And the waitress is practicing politics As the businessmen slowly get stoned Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness But its better than drinkin' alone

Buddy Willard went to Yale, but now I thought of it, what was wrong with him was that he was stupid. Oh, he'd managed to get good marks all right, and to have an affair with some awful waitress on the Cape by the name of Gladys, but he didn't have one speck of intuition. Doreen had intuition. Everything she said was like a secret voice speaking straight out of my own bones.

I've been a waitress for events, but a lady at the Victoria hotel in Yorkshire showed me how to do it properly.

But was it love? The feeling of wanting to die beside her was clearly exaggerated: he had seen her only once before in his life! Was it simply the hysteria of a man, who, aware deep down of his inaptitude for love, felt the self-deluding need to simulate it? His unconscious was so cowardly that the best partner it could choose for its little comedy was this miserable provincial waitress with practically no chance at all to enter his life!

I never learn. Like a waitress will bring my meal. "Hey, enjoy your meal." "You, too. But you don't have one, do ya? I'm a dufus. If you do eat enjoy it when you eat it if you have a break or something, later. If you get an opportunity." That's all I'm trying to say.

I staggered into a Manchester bar late one night on a tour and the waitress said You look as if you need a Screaming Orgasm. At the time this was the last thing on my mind...

The waitress had the appearance of a very old hooker who had finally found her place in life

Att'y: Are your eyes blue or green? Waitress: Pardon? Att'y: Blue or green? Waitress: They change. Att'y: Like a lizard? Waitress: Like a cat. Att'y: Oh, the lizard changes the color of his skin … Waitress: Want anything to drink? Att'y: Beer. And I have beer in the car. Tons of it. The whole back seat's full of it. Duke: I don't like mixing coconuts up with beer and hamburgers.

Yogi ordered a pizza. The waitress asked How many pieces do you want your pie cut? Yogi responded, Four. I don't think I could eat eight.