Quotes About Dinner

The smiling clerks at the various shops confused them a little at first by offering them new brands of breakfast foods with strange, oddly spelled names, but the girls explained patiently at each place that they were giving a dinner party, not a breakfast, and that they wanted nothing but the things on their list.

After all, to cultivate clever people is merely a way of dining out, and a priest has no right to go out to dinner in a world full of starving people.

It was growing late, and though one might stand on the brink of a deep chasm of disaster, one was still obliged to dress for dinner.

I thought we were going to have chops,' complained Larry aggrievedly. 'I spent all morning getting my taste buds on tiptoe with the thought of chops. What happened to them?' 'I'm afraid it's the owls, dear,' said Mother apologetically. 'They have such huge appetites.' Larry paused, a spoonful of curry halfway to his mouth.

Lyonesse stared wide-eyed at Lynet's hand and swallowed hard. Lynet realized that she was still holding the carving knife and had been pointing it at Lyonesse's breast. She laid the knife down slowly and gathered a few plates of food. "I'll take the rest of my dinner in my room, I think," she said.

A mother is a person who if she is not there when you get home from school you wouldn't know how to get your dinner, and you wouldn't feel like eating it anyway.

It's Major Ketchup in the bathroom with the laser scalpel. Hmm. He sliced a delicately herbed spear of asparagus. Obviously we were meant for each other as I can interpret that as you meaning something more like Colonel Mustard in the conservatory with the candlestick.

Then you can investigate me over dinner. He took her arm, lifting a brow as she stiffened. I'd think a woman who'd fight for a candy bar would appreciate a two-inch fillet, medium rare. Steak? She struggled not to drool. Real steak, from a cow? A smile curved his lips. Just flown in from Montana. The steak, not the cow.

Thanks, Lieutenant. Casey's going to be really excited about Saturday. Um, can we bring something? Like what? A dish? We have dishes. We have lots of dishes. He means food, Peabody interpreted. Don't worry about it, Trueheart. They're got plenty of that, too. Why would somebody bring food when they're coming to your place to eat? Eve wondered when Trueheart hurried after Baxter. It's a social nicety.

All of us are taking the night off, Wrath said abruptly. We need some regroup time. Rhage snorted from across the table. You're not going to make us play Monopoly again, are you? Yup. A collective groan rose up from the Brotherhood, one that Wrath ignored. Right after dinner.

A hand landed on his shoulder like an anvil. "How'd you like to stay for dinner?" Butch looked up. The guy was wearing a baseball cap and had some kind of marking—was that a tattoo, on his face? "How'd you like to be dinner?" said another one, who looked like some kind of model.

Lassiter came in alone, likely because Doc Jane had returned to the Pit. And the angel was naked as a jaybird… and just frickin' fine. No bullet holes, no scars, no contusions. "You keep looking at me like that and you'd better buy me dinner afterward.

Goddamn Lassiter. Dinner invite. Sal's. WTF. The last thing he wanted to do was sit across from that angel and listen to a Reservoir Dogs opener about dick symbolism in Deadpool. The problem? His brother, iAm, did make the best Bolognese anywhere, and besides, if Trez didn't show? Lassiter was just the flavor of asshole to turn up here in a clown costume and honk his nose until Trez lost his mind.

Fritz picked that moment to breeze in with some warm rolls. She glared at Wrath and pretended she was only reaching across the table for the wine bottle. She wasn't about to march off in front of Fritz. And besides, she suddenly felt like sticking around. So she could yell at Wrath a little longer.

string. There was a roast lamb to

Yeah, I said, but you're an artist. You don't believe in decency and honesty and gratitude. Where shall we eat?

We took up a collection and sent a telegram to the authorities of that town. The text of the message was that eighty-five healthy, hungry hoboes would arrive about noon and that it would be a good idea to have dinner ready for them.

My friends found out that I was writing a book on Twitter. It didn't seem worth mentioning over dinner. They're all so successful themselves.

My typical Saturday night is a great solo dinner at one of my favorite restaurants. I like to talk to the restaurant staff while I eat, then come home, finish up some work until midnight, and then play the keyboard until I'm ready to sleep.

I've talked to Bill Clinton - he's the ultimate rock star; no one's more charming than him. People clap in a restaurant when he finishes dinner! I don't get that treatment. I get it when I walk onstage, but not when I have dinner.

Being anti-war in Hollywood was an act of bravery on the order of the keynote speaker at a PLO dinner making jokes about Ariel Sharon.

Alexander the Great, who said on his wedding night, It's only a nickname. Never got a dinner!

Alexander Graham Bell's wife, who said to Alex on their wedding night, Your three minutes are up. Never got a dinner!

Dexter thrust a pamphlet into Samuel's hand. "Greenstreet Mission. We're doing a Christmas dinner. You can get a meal and hear the word of God." Samuel smiled in relief. This, finally, he understood. "Which word?" "What?" "Well, God's said a lot of words, you know, and a word like 'it' or 'the' wouldn't be worth hearing again but its always fun listening to Him try and say aluminum.