Quotes About Embarrassment

Dennis dreamed of one day having his own Trisha episode, with the title, "My brother's farts smell well bad

As she took each step a little bubble of wind puffed out of her saggy bottom. It sounded like a duck quacking. Either she didn't realise or was extremely good at pretending she didn't realise.

Now I am covered in knickers!" she complained loudly. "I can never show my face in polite society again!

You are playing Hamlet in William Shakespeare's play at school and halfway through the 'To be or not to be …' speech your Auntie rushes up from the audience, spits on a tissue and wipes your face with it? You take off your trainers after games and the smell of mouldy cheese is so bad the entire school has to be closed down for a week to be de-fumigated? At lunchtime in the dining hall you overdose on baked beans and you do a blow-off that lasts all afternoon?

hank you, Miss Midget, I mean Midge, for that beautiful tuba playing," lied Mr Grave. It had been truly awful. Like a hippopotamus farting.

No, I don't, like, play an instrument or anything.I'm just...well, you saw me at the beginning there. I was the guy that fell down and died.

I picked up the phone and dialed up John on his cell. One ring, and then- "I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE, VINNY!" "John?" "Oh, Dave. Sorry. I had been having a heated argument here on my phone and then I hung up in disgust. Then when the phone rang I just assumed, without checking, that it was the person I was having an argument with so I just blindly shouted insults into the phone. How embarrassing." "I'm getting sick of that one, John.

I tried to say something cool, wound up stammering something like, "WANNA YOU WANNA WEENIE ME?" The end kind of trailed off in a shrill, choking warble.

It's a simple truth that a secret is something you're ashamed of.

You look so good," I say, and s***! Oh god, that's not what I meant. S***! "It looks good. The book.

I know parental embarrassment usually stops somewhere at fifteen, but he just kept on giving me good reasons.

Comedians are people who embarrass themselves in style.

Success always hugs you in private, but failure slaps you in the public...

Talking was such an embarrassment; she never knew what to say.

Do you think she'll want to later? Rosalind, I mean, not Aunt Claire. I mean, I'm sure Aunt Claire could do football drills if she wanted to, but I'd rather have Ros—I mean…" Tommy had trailed off into an embarrassed silence. Skye

High schools are, ultimately, a messy stew of hearts and hormones all swirling around together in the smallest possible space. Don't feel bad about not having gotten out of there with your dignity intact, because nobody did. Even dreamy Jordan Catalano will always have to live with the embarrassment of having mistakenly addressed Brian as 'Brain.

I would be utterly emabarrassed to have others around me hear my half of what can only be described as pedestrian. "Yes, the elevator has just pulled up to the 16th floor." Do these people have the ability to go, for say, an eight- or ten-minute stretch without being in contact with someone else? What are they afraid of? Confronting their own thoughts?

must've stepped in dog poop when I walked in the grass. And I knew EXACTLY where it happened, too. SQUISH I took my shoe off and went to the front of the room to tell Mrs. Pope about my situation. But I think Mrs. Pope thought I was trying to skip out on the pop quiz, because she gave me

Stanley flipped up the toilet lid and took a long piss, terrified that he might spring a leak and hit himself in the eye.

As you begin to accept that you were not responsible for the abuse, and that your parents had a problem many people have, you may feel less embarrassed.

I'll stay as long as I'm welcome," said Ashe. "Thanks for coming; it's been nice seeing you," said Achmed. "Ignore him; he's trying to be funny, but he's not good at it," said Rhapsody, her face flushing with embarrassment and anger.

Rebecca held her head high and swanned across the hallway, but as she neared the footman, she could see quite plainly that his gaze was not where it should be. She stopped dead and slapped her hands over her bosom. Its too low, isn't it? I knew I shouldn't have listened to that maid. She might not mind her boobies hanging out for all to see, but i just can't- Her brain suddenly caught up with her mouth. She removed her hands from her bosom and slapped them over her awful, awful, awful mouth.

This time I felt my own face redden. Talking with this woman was like sitting still for a series of slaps, delivered arhythmically so you couldn't know when the next one was coming.

This is very unpleasant, Gertrud,' I remarked, and I wondered what those at home would say if they knew that on the very first day of my driving-tour I had managed to lose the carriage and had had to bear the banter of publicans.