Quotes About Cookies

Dear God, Lisa, what are your gingerbread men doing to each other? It's like a gingerbread orgy down there! You made porn cookies!

What Avrakotos says he found particularly distasteful about the British spies were "the fucking teas. Can you believe it, they interrupted meetings every day at three-thirty or four for tea and cookies.

Nobody ever died of being shot by a cookie

One minute later we sat on the bed, staring at a plate on the floor with two chocolate chip cookies and a small puddle of honey. "I don't think you understand the whole predatory cat thing," Andrea informed me.

Here she was serving cosmic cookies and wine to a queen of enlightened predators and the head of a clan of ruthless assassins. Nothing much at stake except an interstellar alliance. Whee!

I love Karlie Kloss. I want to bake cookies with her!

What are you doing here?" [ndr prison] Selling Girl Scout cookies," I said. "Want some? The Samoas are terrific." (Max II to Max)

There is a peculiar burning odor in the room, like explosives. the kitchen fills with smoke and the hot, sweet, ashy smell of scorched cookies. The war has begun.

In Los Angeles, moments were fortune cookies ready to be cracked open, and in them you might find a movie star, or a successful audition, or a chance encounter with a powerful person who, with a snap of his fingers, would change your life, like a wizard.

He felt around desperately for a weapon. What did he have? Diapers? Cookies? Oh, why hadn't they given him a sword? He was the stupid warrior, wasn't he? His fingers dug in the leather bag and closed around the root beer can. Root beer! He yanked out the can shaking it with all his might. "Attack! Attack!" he yelled.

The thought of a scythe having milk and cookies before bed bordered on absurd to Citra.

The thought of a scythe having milk and cookies before bed bordered on absurd to Citra. But she suppose even an agent of death would have guilty pleasures.

Nor did she merely smile, she glowed with inner goodness that made him think of the vast iron cookstove in his grandmother's kitchen back on the farm. Here, he knew by certain instinct, was a woman who made wonderful cookies and would give you some.

He walked into the house, smelling baked cookies. Now if that didn't make a house a home, nothing would. Mmm! he said loudly to announce his presence. Something smells good! Cricket poked her head out of the kitchen. Come poach a cookie or two. Yes, ma'am. He strolled into the kitchen and was pleased to see Suzy dressed in a pretty pink apron with red hearts on it. Hello, Priscilla, he said. Hi, Suzy.

I remind my American readers that biscuits in England and Australia are crispy flat things such as you call cookies, and the soft doughy things you call biscuits are what we call scones. And they say we speak the same language…

As she was making her way back up the sand, she sudd[unclear] Mia exclaim, The cookies are gone!" "What?" [unclear]rushed to her. They looked[unclear] the empty package.

The perfect date for me would be staying at home, making a big picnic in bed, eating Wotsits and cookies while watching cable TV.

Every tape day, the cast and crew waited eagerly for my mom's special chocolate-chip cookies. They melted in your mouth—they were "like buttah" (which makes sense, as that was a main ingredient). Mom made dozens and dozens of them to make sure there were always enough to go around. I think she made 38 dozen a week as a thank-you for all the hard work the crew did.

Tabitha Trumbull's Cowboy Cookies

Marie's Butterfinger Cookies

We're doing coffee ice cream with chocolate sauce and shortbread cookies for dessert. Want some?

Mom brought me some peanut butter cookies and a biography of Judy Garland. She told me she thought my problem was that I was too impatient, my fuse was too short, that I was only interested in instant gratification. I said, "Instant gratification takes too long." The glib martyr.

It's just him and me and cookies.

Well now, this must be love. You sharing the biscuits." "They're cookies. Biscuits are hot bread you smother in butter or gravy. Remember which side of the Atlantic you're on, ace.