Quotes About Underpants

People say I'm attention seeking by coming off the Twitter, but that's not the case. If I wanted to attention seek I could drive my Lamborghini to the Trafford Centre in my underpants.

Calvin: ME TARZAN! KING OF JUNGLE! Suzy: Nice underpants. Does your mom know you're over here like this? Calvin:...I don't think Jane EVER said that to Tarzan.

I went and met with Tim Burton for the role of Batman. But I just couldn't really take it seriously; any man who wears his underpants outside his pants just cannot be taken seriously.

An intellectual might lose her virginity to a soldier in the park, but she could learn to look back on it with wry, amused detachment. An intellectual might have a mother who showed her underpants when drunk, but she wouldn't let it bother her. And Emily Grimes might not be an intellectual yet, but if she took copious notes in even the dullest of her classes, and if she read every night until her eyes ached, it was only a question of time.

You see what I mean?" Jerry said. Tom had his back to the buildings. He was looking at the sea. "Anyone fancy a swim?" he asked. "Yeah." Jerry nodded slowly. "You bring any trunks?" "No." "It doesn't matter. We can swim in our underpants." "I'm not wearing underpants." Jerry glanced at his brother. "Charming!

It's important for a dancer to wear very tight underpants. I used to feel a bit exposed if I wasn't being held up in the right place.

I am a huge fan of big cotton underpants; they're comfortable. I wear them every day.

You know, Hobbes, some days even my lucky rocket ship underpants don't help.

You know, Hobbes, some days even my lucky rocket ship underpants don't help.

Bursar? Yes, Archchancellor? You ain't a member of some secret society or somethin', are you? Me? No, Archchancellor. Then it'd be a damn good idea to take your underpants off your head.

And all those exclamation marks, you notice? Five? A sure sign of someone who wears his underpants on his head.

There's still a part of me that believes what was great about 'Doctor Who' in the early days was that you had a superhero who didn't wear his underpants on the outside of his trousers, who used his brain rather than his brawn.

By the power bestowed in me by the Ministry of Silly Underpants . . .

You know, Hobbes, some days even my lucky rocket ship underpants don't help.

It's a bad dream: my English teacher is standing naked at the foot of this slightly lumpy bed, clutching a pair of not-quite-white underpants in his hand, studying me with this creepy look on his face, the one he gets when he's reading aloud in class and wants us to think he's moved by the passage.

Your precious dirty underpants and scores of blades are untouched by me. But I'm not thick. I can actually see something dangerous and not poke myself in the eye with it.

A boy who knits, and an underpants picnic! Could this day get any weirder? I shook my head. No, definitely not.

Susan was already rehearsing excuses in case she was caught: I just got my period and I was looking for a tissue to stuff in my underpants. Men didn't question menstruation stories. Ever. You could probably get into the White House if you said you needed a tampon ASAP.

As Dr. Zinchenko informed you, I'd like to say a few brief words. Here they are: 'short,' 'memorandum,' and 'underpants.' And let us pause to remember the immortal words of Dr. Seuss: 'The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more that you learn, the more places you'll go.' Children?…

Was this really happening? Did my stepfather really drag me out of bed at 7:00 in the morning on my summer vacation so I could stand in the kitchen in my underpants and stare down a row of chicken bones?

And it's bad enough to be caught in your underpants but even worse to be caught in your underpants scratching out a valium prescription on someone else's pad.

In his work shirt and underpants, he looked powerful but also cartoonish, like a bear dressed up for a job interview.

I see London, I see France I see Emily's underpants.

piles of underpants, shirts and outer clothing. . . . Three men were shooting like robots, their eyes were empty, with a cadaverous glassy shine. . . .