Quotes About JELL-O

Reunited with strawberry, raspberry and blueberry, I am berry, berry happy to be back working with JELL-O.

My mom makes something called green pie, which I thought was a delicacy that many people only had at Thanksgiving, but it turns out it was just Jell-O with whipped cream on it. And it's delicious.

I watch some kids ask the cafeteria ladies to sign their books. What do they write: "Hope your chicken patties never bleed?" Or, maybe, "May your Jell-O always wiggle?

Maybe Sandoval and Roger can share a room. Do puzzles and go to physical therapy together. Maybe discover that they both secretly love Jell-O. Have a real TV-movie bonding experience.

Thank you, Spanx. Because of you, my postbaby body can mold like Jell-O into a svelte, sexy little shape . . . for a few hours anyway. Your ability to lift and tuck simply takes my breath away, literally! May you continue to do God's work and be the progenitor of the muffin top. THANK YOU, SARA BLAKELY!! Sincerely, All Women.

To be completely honest, I don't believe that Palin has any intention of actually running for president. Granted, trying to predict Sarah Palin's next move is like trying to nail Jell-O to the wall.

I scattered J.Lo's tools around the car, searching for some kind of rope, or something that could be used like a rope. I should have paid more attention to anything that looked like a pencil sharpener made of lemon Jell-O that, when cranked, would spit out superstrong yarn that smelled like ginger ale. I only mention this because J.Lo really did have such a thing.

We began our prerace rituals as the rising wind turned the bay from placid green Jell-O to corrugated iron.

You take romance - I'll take Jell-O.

As I move along the line, other food items are plunked onto my tray: a small salad of iceberg lettuce and bacos, a slice of white bread with a pat of Hotel Holiday butter and blob of red Jell-O with fruit cocktail trapped inside. Instantly, I feel compassion for the trapped fruit.

I love jell-o. I love the way it comes in rainbow colours, wiggles and jiggles and looks like brains.

During a snowstorm we built a fire, and made my grandma's stuffing and my mom's layered Jell-O, and mashed potatoes with lumps and my mom's delicious gravy and every other family thing we loved. We filled the house with the fragrance of sage, pumpkin, apples and cinnamon.

Sarcasm is like Jell-O. It's always the right time and there's always room.

Gene Autry, Roy Rogers, Dale Evans - these people are giants, legends; their names are household words. Of course, so's Jell-O.

The substance inside the can was bright green. It shimmered like Jell-O in the light from the ceiling fixture.

You take romance - I'll take Jell-O.

I love jell-o. I love the way it comes in rainbow colours, wiggles and jiggles and looks like brains.

Shadows fell across us, a flicker in dim light. Somebody passed at the mouth of the alley. He said, "We could both be killed." I whispered, "Sure. In grade school, a boy choked on Jell-O, it's that common." I laughed, drunk on our future. Death seemed a small risk. "We can have the world.