Quotes About Frank

Snake people do not drink milk, Kekrops said. We are lactose intolerant reptiles. Me too! Frank said. I mean . . . lactose intolerant. Not a reptile. Though I can be a reptile sometimes-

The whole crew sat on the deck, without a storm or a monster attack to worry about for the first time in days, and ate ice cream. Well, except for Frank, who was lactose intolerant. He got an apple.

What are these guys? He whispered Canadians, Percy said. Frank leaned away from him. Excuse me? Uh, no offense, Percy said. That's what Annabeth called them when I fought them before. She said they live in the north, in Canada. Yeah, well, Frank grumbled, we're in Canada. I'm Canadian. But I've never seen those things before.

Would Grandmother scold him? Would she say, "Frank! Thank the gods, you've come. I'm surrounded by monsters." More likely she'd scold him, or mistake them for intruders and chase them off with a frying pan.

HAZEL: THERE, she said.The official building on their left had a single word etched on the glass doors: AMAZON. oh, Frank said.Uh, no, Hazel. That's a modern thing. They're a company, Right? they sell stuff on the internet. They're not actually Amazons. Unless... Percy walked through the doors.

Hope, Frank grumbled. I'd rather have a few good weasels.

A note from Annabeth." Piper shook her head in amazement. "I don't see how that's possible, but if it is—" "She's alive," Leo said. "Thank the gods and pass the hot sauce." Frank frowned. "What does that mean?" Leo wiped the chip crumbs off his face. "It means pass the hot sauce, Zhang. I'm still hungry.

That's because we keep weapons int the attic, silly boy. Do you think this is the first time monsters have attacked our family? Weapons, Frank grumbled. Right. I've never handled weapons before. Grandmother's nostrils flared. Was that sarcasm, Fai Zhang? Yes, Grandmother. Good. There may be hope for you yet.

Frank: I wish I was ADHD or dyslexic. All I got is lactose intolerance. Percy: Seriously? Frank: And I love ice cream too...

The sign read MOUSE PASS GAS Frank: That's wrong

Frank rose, tugged at his shirt, then didn't seem to know what to do with his hands. At one time, I would have been used to such nervous behavior from mortals I encountered, but now, it took me a moment to realize Frank was still in awe of me. Perhaps, being a shape-shifter, Frank was more willing than most to believe that, despite my unimpressive mortal appearance, I was still the same old god of archery inside. You see? I told you Frank was adorable.

Percy's hand went to his pocket. He slipped out his pen, Riptide. 'You're right. So if Nike was anywhere … this would be a good spot.' Frank scanned their surroundings. 'I don't see anything.' 'What if we promoted, like, Adidas shoes?' Percy wondered. 'Would that make Nike mad enough to show up?

I can take about an hour on the tower of power, as long as I gets a little golden shower.

I never trust frank and simple people whose stories hold together.

I hadn't been in Vegas 20 minutes when I got word that the bookmakers were offering three to one that Frank wouldn't show for my wedding.

I know why we can't have a frank discussion with our policymakers - if you're in the government or in law enforcement you cannot acknowledge that drugs are anything but inherently evil and morally wrong.

When I was first exposed to the films of Ingmar Bergman, I found them frank and disturbing portraits of the world we live in, but that was not something that displeased me. They were beautiful. I thought people would respond to my plays the way I responded to Bergman's films.

The philosophy of the club, the structure of the club, the core values for me are very important issues.

The Cowboys were never America's team any more than Anthony Weiner was America's congressman.

The name Dirtee Stank came from a lyric I had when I was 17 or 16. Lyrical tank, like my name was Frank, going on dirty, going on stank. It sounded like a good name!

Belson had finished his Boston cream and was now selecting a strawberry-frosted donut with multicolored sprinkles on it. "You're going to eat that?" I said. "Sure." "You got no taste in donuts, Frank." "I must have," Frank said. "I'm a cop.

Frank shrugged and looked scatter-brained, a goofy act he'd perfected over the years, one that belied the dangerous truth

It is classical music, and is considered the best and most puzzling ever manufactured. You're supposed to like it, whether you do or not, and if you don't, the proper thing is to look as if you did. Understand?

It is but honest that I should acknowledge at the beginning of my recital that I was born an ordinary Woggle-Bug, began the creature, in a frank and friendly tone.