Quotes About Etiquette

Sir. Several expressions passed over Peabody's face before it went carefully blank. That's a lovely dress, Lieutenant. Are you premiering a new style? Baffled, Eve looked down, then rolled her eyes. Shit. You've seen my tits before. But she set the communicator down and struggled the bodice into place. And may I say, sir, they're quite lovely. Sucking up, Peabody? You bet.

You shouldn't have private conversations in public facilities at the top of your lungs." Point well taken, Eve was forced to admit.

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.

Chip Robbins, how many times have I told you not to yell out for me unless you're being stabbed with a pitchfork?

Darling? Spare a minute?" She came back, her 'link pressed, screen down, to her chest. And hissed, "Don't call me darling when I'm talking to cops." "Sorry, Lieutenant Darling." She rolled her eyes. "What?

give details, professional courtesy

Now, the two of you remember: People who act like assholes get treated like assholes.

Friendship cannot live with ceremony, nor without civility. —LORD HALIFAX

So funktioniert Höflichkeit. Man pflegt Beziehungen mit Leuten, auch wenn man sie nicht mag.

Podríamos dejar que este intercambio de cortesías de rigor fallezca de muerte natural?

Most people can be relied on to humour the upper class in social situations but it is not always easy, especially when they start discussing their value system.

Thank fuck you're not a Yankees fan. Don't use the Y-word. We're in mixed company.

Please, if you would, the butler said, no throwing the linens. Peaches, anyone? -Fritz

Qhuinn took a step forward, with the intention of stepping in, in the event the Brother locked hands on the SOB's skinny neck: Someone should probably catch the head before it bounced all over their hosts' rugs. And the deadweight of the body. Seemed only hospitable.

Why can't I use my laptop to take notes?" To which the Brother Tohrment had replied, "Because the tap-tapping of a keyboard makes me want to get my shotgun. Do you feel like having a cranial leak tonight?" Ward, J.R. (2015-12-01). Blood Kiss: Black Dagger Legacy (p. 229). Penguin Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.

If you're going to bloody the human, would you be good enough to do it in the backyard?

With everybody having a Facebook and a Twitter, I feel like regular people consider themselves stars. It's a live, real-time upload of every time we buy a pair of socks, the most telling sign that we're losing our politeness. When you know everything about somebody, you can talk to them any way you please.

Twitter is definitely not the place to handle business per se.

The only people I ever get irritated with are the ones who announce, using my Twitter handle, that they are no longer following me and why.

I have a lot of Twitter rules. I never swear on Twitter, and if anybody's inappropriate, I block them. I have young followers.

I love Twitter, but some people use profanity so much that at some point it's like saying, 'Pass the salt.'

I like sort of esoteric and weird Twitter jokes. But I actually unfollow people if they make jokes about a celebrity's death within the first two minutes of that celebrity dying.

Nothing is so great an example of bad manners as flattery. If you flatter all the company, you please none; If you flatter only one or two, you offend the rest.

I am the the type to have a personal experience with a celebrity, but I'm too classy to bring that up.