Quotes About Butler

Right." Sadie looked dazed. "You've got a monkey butler. Why not?

dignity' has to do crucially with a butler's ability not to abandon the professional being he inhabits.

Continentals are unable to be butlers because they are as a breed incapable of the emotional restraint which only the English race is capable of. Continentals

Grout, o mordomo, serviu-lhe café com as mãos enluvadas e ela apanhou um pêssego em uma fruteira.

I sat down and put my fingertips to my temples, rubbing hard. "We have one fallen tree, one destroyed Rookery, one delusional butler and no good brandy. Is that what you are telling me?" "And the cook's down with piles and more than half the staff are suffering from catarrh," she added maliciously. I looked to Brisbane, who was smiling broadly. "God bless us, everyone," he said, spreading his arms wide.

Romanticism is not a quality I despise, but it is inconvenient in a butler.)

I'm more to my family than a wonderful, luminous cook. I'm also a wonderful, luminous butler and a wonderful, luminous chauffer. And checkbook. I'm a luminous checkbook, too.

A man does not rise to become the Queen's butler unless he is gifted with extraordinary ingenuity, adaptability, versatility, dexterity, cunning, sophistication, sagacity, discretion, and a host of other talents than neither you nor I possess. Mr Tibbs had them all.

God as now generally conceived of is only the last witch.

Longfellow has his popularity, in the main, because he tells his story or his idea so that one needs nothing but his verses to understand it.

I think you can leave the arts, superior or inferior, to the conscience of mankind.

Englishmen are babes in philosophy and so prefer faction-fighting to the labour of its unfamiliar thought.

A butler supplies food to nourish your body, but a writer nourishes your mind through writing.

Where did you go to school?" Piers inquired. "Your all together too literate for a butler. Most bulters I know say things like as you wish, my lord, and leave it at that. Our conversations should be along these lines: Prufrock, bring me a wench and then you would say, as you wish.

I am unarmed. But Butler here, my ...ah...butler, has a Sig Saucer in his shoulder holster, two shrike-throwing knives in his boots, aderringer two-shot up his sleeve, garrotte wire in his watch, and three stun greanades concealed in variouse pockets. Anything else, Butler?

Artemis: Right, brothers. Onward. Imagine yourself seated at a cafe in Montmartre. Myles: In Paris. Artemis: Yes, Paris. And try as you will, you cannot attract the waiter's attention. What do you do? Beckett: Umm...tell Butler to jump-jump-jump on his head? Myles: I agree with simple-toon. Artemis: No! You simply raise one finger and say clearly 'ici, garcon.' Beckett: Itchy what?

Butler was seeing the world as it was, complete with L.E.P retrival team

Tea? At the beach? No time for luxuries, Holly. There is important work to be done." He winked at Butler. "Are you sure you're at the library? I thought I heard water." Artemis smiled, enjoying the exchange. "Water? Surely not. The only thing flowing here is information." "Are you grinning, Artemis? For some reason I get the feeling that you're wearing that smug smile of yours.

There were only two men on the planet better educated in the various martial arts than Butler, and he was related to one of them. The other lived on an island in the South China Sea, and spent his days meditating and beating up palm trees. You really had to feel sorry for those goblins.

Anything else, Butler? The cosh, sir.

I am Butler. Anything I say sounds scary.

Doubts assuaged, Butler returned to his copy of Guns & Ammo, leaving his employer to unravel the secrets of the universe.

Butler had an excuse for not being in Iceland that would hold up in any court of law and possibly even on a note for teacher.

suplexed a particularly impudent pizza boy. The suplex, Artemis gathered, was a wrestling move. An unusual obsession for a teenage girl. But then again she was, after all, a Butler.