Quotes About Casual

Gotta protect the little dudes. I tried an AK-47, but it wouldn't fit under my seat. I like the Uzi better, anyway. It looks better with the dress. The AK seems too casual to me.

He wears jeans, untucked shirts, and a Glock 19, and he has a big shaggy dog named Bob.

I can't help it. I'm just a big gasbag. I still got leftover barbecue gas." She squeezed her eyes shut tight and did a full minute-long fart. "Excuse me," she said.

so I pulled the scrunchie off my ponytail.

Ranger was dressed in jeans and a black T-shirt and boots

I love jeans, T-shirts, and things you can jazz up and down, a bit of a mish-mash.

I'm a jeans and t-shirts kind of guy, but there have definitely been moments where I'm like, 'You know what? I need to upgrade a little bit.' I've tried to snazz things up as much as I can, with me being as lazy as I am.

I'm certainly not an uptight home owner.

When you start to build a serious wardrobe, the navy blazer is the very first piece you should choose. It can be a building block for an entire work and casual wardrobe.

I still eat a burger at a counter with ketchup dripping down my face.

I'm a casual F1 racing fan. I'm probably more of a stock car, NASCAR guy.

Jeremy Clarkson is rather charming, but I can't stomach his public persona. I don't like his casual racism and casual misogyny.

I talk to the audience like I talk to my friends on the stoop.

I'm not really into gourmet food; I'm the kind of guy who just stops by a place that looks good rather than heading for the restaurant of the moment.

I am not very strategic by nature.

Oh God, I am so pro-shorts. I love shorts.

I'm a T-shirts, sweatpants, and jeans kind of gal; I dress really simply and comfortably. But one of the things I love about being an actor is that I get to wear amazing costumes.

Abandon the idea, Jeeves. I fear you have not studied the sex as I have. Missing her lunch means little or nothing to the female of the species. The feminine attitude toward lunch is notoriously airy and casual. Where you have made your bloomer is confusing lunch with tea. Hell, it is well known, has no fury like a woman who wants her tea and can't get it. At such times the most amiable of the sex become mere bombs which a spark may ignite. Bertie Wooster

I love that girl, Bertie, he went on, when he'd finished coughing. Yes. Nice girl, of course. He eyed me with deep loathing. Don't speak of her in that horrible casual way. She's an angel. An angel!

Nature seems to unbutton its waistcoat and put its feet up.

I lived for those long casual walks down the beach and the sight of her small footprints in the glistening wet sand...

And it wasn't just us. It wasn't just that we were high school, me a junior and you a senior, with our clothes all wrong for restaurants like this, too bright and too rumpled and too zippered and too stained and too slapdash and awkward and stretched and trendy and desperate and casual and unsure and baggy and sweaty and sporty and wrong.

I really wish I had some yoga pants. Even though I don't really do yoga. Kinda like you mom…

A boy and a girl, dressed in the T-shirts and denim that are the shabby uniform of this age.