Quotes About Sofa

Anticipating a boomerang child seems the odds-on thing to do. Think about furnishing - hello, sleeper sofa - with this in mind.

When it comes to politics, I sit down on a sofa and grab some popcorn - or sometimes I crouch down in order not to get shot.

I've never been to a festival. I'm a creature of habit, mashed-potato comfort, I like rugs. Our sofa's squishy. Maybe too squishy - it's hard to get up sometimes.

'Doctor Who' began as family television: a show that kids and their parents and grandparents can all watch, maybe even together, on the sofa.

We bought a sofa with the money I made from 'Thunderbirds,' and I've still got it, and we call it Thunderbird 1. That's literally all I got out of the job.

When we used to tour before we would stay in a Travelodge and had to share a room. One of us would have the bed and the other the pull-down sofa.

I miss the BBC when I'm away. I'm away so much that it's a pleasure just walking back through the door and sitting on the sofa to watch some rubbish TV.

It couldn't interest me less, the idea of putting a living room on stage. I just think, what's the point of walking into a theater to see a living room? A sofa in a forest? Now you're talking.

When I'm interviewing on the sofa for 'This Morning' it just feels like an intimate chat. Yes, there can be a producer talking through your earpiece but it all becomes second nature after a while.

The neighbors have doped her with shots of brandy, and when I saw her, she had collapsed onto the sofa and was snoring like a boar and letting off farts that pierced bullet holes through the upholstery.

Is he asleep? Finn whispered. Out like a light. He thinks he's too big to crawl into bed with me so when he as the nightmares, we sleep on the sofa the rest of the night. So you are the nightmare whisperer, he chuckled. What? Like the horse whisperer. Only you banish nightmares with your presence. Damn, Callie! I wish I'd have known that two years ago. I would have looked you up and slept on the sofa with you, he said.

He covered a yawn with the back of his hand. "The sofa was better than my bedroom, but I did consider going out to the hayloft or taking a blanket to my truck when Lily raised her voice. It was almost daylight when she told her goat if he shit again, she would haul his sorry little goat ass out to the calf pen right now. And then there was something about that stuff not smelling like roses. I'm pretty sure you are a genius.

I walked back to the living room and found my father asleep on the sofa, his round mouth pursed and tightly shut, his breath filtering softly through his nose. A single fly, its armored back an oily, metallic green, was dancing a circle on his chin. What he'd brought home from work.

I sat onto the sofa and almost sank into it. I'd need help getting up. Curran sprawled next to me. "This is nice," he said. "Mm-hm." "We should get one for the living room." "We'd get blood on it.

There was a bright orange glove down there, the kind that lobstermen use. There was even a big lavender sofa cushion.

I think I know where it is, she thought. Then she whipped around and said loudly, "But I need your help." Stacy blushed. She had said the words loud enough that everyone in the great room had turned to look at her. Quickly she ducked her head and sat down on the sofa with the others. "Help with what?" Michael asked, giggling. "Making a fool of yourself?

Definition of a bachelor: A man who likes to invite girls over for a Scotch and sofa.

The sofa was lumpy enough to have had a body sewed into it; stuffing spilled out of the arms where the victim had tried to escape.

The sofa has to go first. We can put that right in the truck to go to the church." "Is something going on I don't know about? Is the church paying top dollar for old stuff or something?

Things can be funny when people are uneasy. It softens them up and stops them falling asleep on the sofa. I like those moments where people half-smile and half-wince.

The curious defiled past him, after squeezing the Presidential fingers into the room, and settled either on the sofa or chairs or remained standing for protracted observations.

While Steve cooked dinner, I sat at one end of the sofa. Rosie lay coiled at the other. I eyed her suspiciously. She eyed me the same way, both of us hoping that we each didn't just suddenly fling ourselves at the other in attack.

My apartment's only about a block away. Isn't that handy. Fate, he countered as he took a seat on the sofa and made himself at home. Fantasic, isn't it? One day very soon, I'm going to tell you what you can do with that fate of yours.

Linc and his date, who he thought had left an hour before, were either held hostage or enthralled on the sofa