Quotes About Back pocket

You can't get anymore classic than being a part of a Disney animated film. To me, that's something I can have in my back pocket for the rest of my life. I'll be able to show it to my kids. I'll be walking around Disneyland, and it'll be bizarre to shake hands with Rapunzel.

She closed the blade with a snap, tucking it into her back pocket as she went to let Nan in.

When I hit that Five-Star Frogsplash, I'm pretty confident that if I can crawl over in time, I'm going to get the three-count. So that's kind of always in my back pocket; the fans always know it.

How'd you get in here?" She raised her eyebrows. "You pick pockets." Kat watched his hand fly to his back pocket. "I can pick locks. Looking for this?" she asked, holding up his wallet. "Oops. Maybe I can pick pockets too.

I'm very much in the trenches, and I don't live in the lap of luxury. I come from a working-class military family. We watch the news and read the paper and vote, so there's always something to be upset about. I always have a certain amount of angst in my back pocket.

Dicky Cruyer ran a finger along the waist of his white denim jeans until he felt the designer's leather label on his back pocket.

this long enough and you get to wishing he'd take a poop," Lula said. We got out of my SUV, and I hung cuffs from my back pocket and stuck a small canister of pepper spray in the other back pocket. Lula was wearing a poison green spandex

He took a battered pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket and held it out to Devona. "Want one?" Devona shook her head. "No thanks." I noticed the brand: Coffin Nails.

On the ground, where the seat of her britches had been, were the smashed and flattened canine turds, and the patch on her back pocket had left a partial reversed imprint:

each thread can transmit electrical currents…so that Americans will one day…be able to recharge their cellphones with their polo shirts…. Technologically Enabled Clothing…has developed [a vest that conceals]…a "hydration system," a back pocket for a water bottle with a straw running through the vest's collar

Either he was suffering a terrible case of gas or he had a pint-size child practicing the trumpet in his back pocket.

He waited until Leyers was inside, and then headed back toward Piazzale Loreto and Beltramini's Fresh Fruits and Vegetables. In less than a block, he'd endured enough vile looks to realize he'd be smart to take off the swastika armband and stick it in his back pocket. That made things better. People barely gave him a glance. He was in uniform, and he wasn't SS or Wehrmacht. That was all they would care about

I put my cell phone in my back pocket (a habit that has destroyed two phones so far) and tried to blank my face. It wouldn't help with the werewolves, who would be able to smell my distress, but at least I wouldn't have complete strangers stop and ask me what was wrong.