Quotes About Leg

You know what Disneyland is known for? The Big Turkey Leg. People walk around with enormous deep-fried turkey legs. Like little kids, three-year-old kids eating these five-pound turkey legs.

Where's the bull? (Callie) Tied to a tree, eating my boot. I'm just glad my leg is no longer in it. (Sin) Lad, how did you manage it? (Angus) I run fast when chased by large bulls. (Sin)

I told the doctor I broke my leg in two places. He told me to quit going to those places.

Most ankle strap shoes are seriously unattractive, cutting the line of the leg as well as cutting off the circulation! Try dancing in them - your feet will look like a pair of overdone hotdogs afterwards.

Topology is destiny,' he said, and put the drawers on. One leg at a time.

Tav started it," Aïda said. "He ate his own leg. Soft cannibalism, he called it. Legs are of no use in space. He blogged it. Then it went viral.

I would offer congratulations were it not for this tentacle gripping my leg.

When you walk, you need the leg to swing back and forth underneath you. It needs to flex at a certain point, then extend as you follow through your gait. Now, that function doesn't really help at all while I'm standing on my dirt bike or snowmobile.

Homer would scuttle up the side of my denim-clad leg (to this day, there's nothing he loves climbing so much as a pair of jeans)

A prosthetic leg with a Willie Nelson bumper sticker washed ashore on the beach, which meant it was Florida. Then it got weird.

My movements, ma'am, are all leg movements. I don't do nothing with my body.

Vlad's heart sank into his stomach, then squeezed its way down his leg and popped out of the hole in his shoe, where it struck the floor and broke.

I was driving by, doing a security check... and I smelled leg of lamb. Morelli

my leg over the bike. Ranger was watching me, smiling. "I like the way you straddle that," he said. "Someday . . .

Ranger was slouched on the couch, watching a ball game. Bob was beside him, his big shaggy orange Bob head resting on Ranger's leg.

A liberal will cut off your leg so he can hand you a crutch.

I've had an ongoing fantasy about being interviewed on, like, a '60 Minutes'-type show about this really inspiring woman that can do anything with a fake leg. And then the camera pans out, and I'm just holding a mannequin leg.

His happiness was almost painful, like circulation returning to a dead leg.

For starters, let's dispense with the cheap jokes about cannibalism. That means cracks about giving an arm and a leg - sorry - for a good book on the subject, or similar tasteless - sorry, again - attempts to make the subject more palatable - last one.

A half-drowned stranger was more exciting than a bruised and exhausted daughter. She could be dying for all they'd care, she thought angrily, picking at a deep scratch on her leg, trying to make it bleed again.

LACMA has the imprimatur of art, and that's a big leg up.

I'm scared to go to library. I'm scared John Wick will show up and break my leg again.

I kneel before him, his leg in my hands. "Eurypylus," I say. "Can you speak?" "Fucking Paris," he says.

His name was Captain Montague. He had broken his leg some time before and so had been unfit for active service till then. A kind of phosphorescent pale elegance about his face. A delicate, gallant moustache. He was one of the most supremely stupid men I have ever met. He taught me a great deal.