Quotes About Lab

Being an assistant in a computer lab was the worst job I ever had. It was boring. That was when I was in college.

I did go to college with him, but everyone's always like, 'Did you meet Mark Zuckerberg? Did you hang out with him?' and I'm like, 'No,' because he was in a lab creating Facebook, and I was, like, learning about alcohol. Well, we did go to school, and I think I'm not really benefiting from that relationship in any way.

In high school, I was head of the lab. I dumped a whole five-gallon bucket of D-76 on my head once. It ruined all my clothes.

If it is made in a lab then it takes a lab to digest.

The next Internet could be in the making somewhere in someone's lab.

Deathstorm sees Power Ring as a fascinating experiment. Deathstorm is a scientist who's been merged with the dead body of his lab assistant. It's given him a cold demeanor and a clammy touch.

I grew up in a time when there were very few women in the physical sciences. And people started to ask me, 'How did you decide to become a scientist?' And I couldn't really answer. I always knew I'd grow up to have a lab because my dad had one.

In the very beginning, women were editors because they were the people in the lab rolling the film before there was editing. Then when people like D. W. Griffith began editing, they needed the women from the lab to come and splice the film together. Cecil B. DeMille's editor was a woman. Then, when it became a more lucrative job, men moved into it.

When Mr. Ferris found out about the Broadway play, Clarence didn't stop rocking during the whole lab.

My family had a habit of collecting creatures that didn't always want to be pets. The first animal I can remember was a Lab named Zoe.

Robin fled the room. Back in the main lab, she stood with her back against the wall, eyes closed, gasping. Let me guess. The selkie—male? Rick's tone was politely inquisitive. The flush on Robin's face became one of embarrassment. So much for the biologist and her professional demeanor. Yes. Yes, he is. They have a knack for that. A knack for what? Flustering young women out of their wits. The Temptation of Robin Green

What are you two doing in here?" Mike Iglehart wore an eye-blistering white lab coat and a surly expression. "This isn't some teenage make-out room." My face flushed scarlet. "Excuse me?" "We were using the computer!" Ben barked. "That's it.

Xin Sun seemed to know remarkably little about how to do experiments. If I were to think of someone in the lab who might be a Chinese spy, it would be him. Not Mei Li.

I have a Lab, it's fun to hang out and hike with the dog, people come up to him, and pet him, it's fun.

I'm afraid that - not necessarily deliberately, but consistently - I've made a kind of laboratory out of my life, where I mix the stuff in the test tubes to create explosions - possibly resulting in interesting by-products. I mean, not deliberately - I'd be crazy to deliberately do that - or maybe not.

My first summer in college I worked in a fruit fly lab where I had two jobs: dissect the fruit fly larvae brains and incinerate the old tubes of flies.

I get really excited about specific therapies, personalized therapies. Like, let's say, taking a piece of someone's tumor and testing a bunch of treatments in a lab and being able to come up with the right therapy for that specific patient.

Dr. Martinez: "I take it you don't want me to call your parent?" Max: "Uh, no." Hello, lab? May I speak to the test tube please?

But you're more at home with SQL than socialization: Innuendo wasn't a language they taught in CS lab.

I missed the basic curiosity of being in the lab.

Discussion is to Christian philosophy what lab work is to the practice of biology.

She was debating calling the lab and pushing for her tattoo when Peabody poked her head in. "We got—Hey, doughnuts." "You'll get yours. What have we got?" "Marc Tuluz. Want him in here or the lounge?" "Here's a puzzler," Eve began. "If we're in the lounge interviewing him, how many doughnuts will be in this box upon our return?" "I'll bring him in here.

Some science guy creating them in the lab." Her voice darkened. "One day they're going to make a mistake—a big one—and mutant clone cows are going to revolt and start eating people. You wait and see.

He wore a white lab coat that fluttered to the floor. It was one of his few affectations, the coat that flapped and swirled like a highwayman's cape whenever he walked down the corridors.