Quotes About Greasy

The meat smelt rank and was very tough, the soup was greasy and of a curious flavour, but it was a wonderful meal after all these hungry weeks.

contemplating the word, "pinguid." It was a good word. It meant fatty, oily, greasy, unctuous.

Despicable creatures, vultures: without a doubt the most disgusting birds ever. I suppose they served their purpose, but did they have to be so greasy and ugly? Couldn't we have cute fuzzy rabbits that cleaned up roadkill instead?

Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens.

The backseat was even worse. Taco wrappers, drive-thru cups, and greasy napkins covered the floor. I dug through most of it, but the only evidence I found was evidence of tooth decay. Tyson was an eating machine. He probably turned to crime to pay for a junk food habit.

Conrad had always been neat. He was the exact opposite of Jeremiah in that way. Jeremiah never changed the roll of toilet paper. It would never occur to him to buy paper towels or to soak a greasy pan in hot water and dishwashing soap.

pizzas like wild beasts. They're dripping pool water all over the food, and I elbow my way in to get a couple of pieces of pepperoni before they're either soggy or gone. As I inhale my first piece, I overhear Mairi announce that she's on a no-carb diet. Hadley says she wouldn't eat greasy pizza anyway, and Sherilyn looks crestfallen. Lightly, I say, "Didn't I see you

Sherilyn's mom brings out a couple of pizzas, and of course the boys stumble out of the pool and fall onto the pizzas like wild beasts. They're dripping pool water all over the food, and I elbow my way in to get a couple of pieces of pepperoni before they're either soggy or gone. As I inhale my first piece, I overhear Mairi announce that she's on a no-carb diet. Hadley says she wouldn't eat greasy pizza anyway, and Sherilyn looks crestfallen.

already rubbed greasy where sleeves

Bennie wiped her greasy fingers on a napkin

Breakfast, Noah muttered. Greasy and disgusting, said Matt. You don't want to eat it? I wasn't talking about breakfast. I was talking about you.

I'll never understand those greasy little deep-fried wings most bars serve.

Once I learned that some hydrating oil or cream was good for my hair, I thought I should use a lot. So I poured practically a bottle on my head once and learned real fast that more isn't always better. I was so greasy, and it ruined my texture!

The menu should be part of the entertainment, part of the dining experience. It's kind of like reading the 'Playbill' when you go to the theater. It should be an alluring and interactive document. Does it have burn marks on it from the candle? If you ever get a greasy menu with food stains on it, it's time to run like hell.

The butter is greasy and it will go rancid and I will smell like an old cheese; but at least it's organic, as they used to say. To such devices we have descended.

So you're a private detective. I didn't know they existed, except in books, or else they were greasy little men snooping around hotel corridors.

Before he became 'a working actor,' as he now proudly calls himself, Jamie Dornan initially caught the public's attention as a model - you may remember him from those greasy underwear ads with Eva Mendes, among many others.

It was after the American occupation came to Japan, and Japanese people got introduced to steaks that were greasy. Then fatty things became tasty to the Japanese." says Tsunernori Iida, of Hicho

I may be a city boy, but I'm fairly certain that the greasy purple and red squishy bits are supposed to stay inside the sheep and not be sprayed across a surprisingly large area. "Animal attack?" I asked.

There was hardly anything left of that huge lunch but greasy fingers and a crackle of anise between the teeth. The wine bottle was empty. "Mostly? I believe people want to eat a good lunch, and then take a good piss.

Closure is a greasy little word which, moreover, describes a nonexistent condition. The truth, Venus, is that nobody gets over anything.

His nails were greasy black, like a car mechanic who works nights in a coal mine.

He picked up a greasy black stove and chewed it like a toffee. There were delicious crumbs of chrome on it. He followed that with a double-decker bedstead and the brass knobs made his eyes crackle with joy. Never before had the Iron Man eaten such delicacies. As he lay there, a big truck turned into the yard and unloaded a pile of rusty chain. The Iron Man lifted a handful and let it dangle into his mouth - better than any spaghetti. So there they left him. It was an Iron Man's heaven.

I always thought East L.A. music was so dreamy and languid and kinda greasy.