Quotes About Cell phone

Her cell phone rang. She didn't recognize the number, but the area code was 216, which meant the call was from someone close to home. She picked up and said hello. "This is Darrow Fontera." "Who?" "I'm the head of security for Red Lobster. We met when you asked for surveillance footage." "Yes, right. What can I do for you?" "I had asked you to return the DVD when you were done." Was

I stood in a maze line formed by crushed-velvet ropes and waited my turn. It reminded me of visiting a bank in the days before ATMs. The woman in front of me sported a business suit—at midnight—and big enough bags under her eyes to be mistaken for a bellhop. Behind me, a man with curly hair and dark sweats whipped out a cell phone and started pressing buttons.

Even though I'm totally dependent on modern electronic gizmos, from my laptop to my iPod to my cell phone, I love to embrace old technology or no technology at all.

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Kat almost thanked him, but that seemed woefully inappropriate. The driver handed her back her gun. She could tell from the weight that he had removed the bullets. Then he handed her back her cell phone. Kat

I think you learn something from everybody that you've worked with. I really learned how to behave on set through the people that I worked with, like the importance of being on time and the importance of being professional. I don't bring my cell phone on set; I leave it in my trailer.

One of the fundamental axioms of masculine self-regard is that the tools and appurtenances of a man's life must be containable within the pockets of his jacket and pants. Wallet, keys, gum, show or ball game tickets, Kleenex, condoms, cell phone, maybe a lighter and a pack of cigarettes: Just cram it all in there, motherfucker.

A driver talking on a cell phone was four times as likely as a driver who wasn't to be involved in a crash, whether or not he held the phone in his hands

Don't get me wrong: I can and do waste time on the Internet with the best of them, but in some respects, I am an embarrassingly analog guy. I am not on Facebook. I write whole books on yellow legal pads. I do not own a cell phone.

cell phone the night he died. She'd obtained this key information

Everyone with a cell phone thinks they're a photographer. Everyone with a laptop thinks they're a journalist. But they have no training, and they have no idea of what we keep to in terms of standards, as in what's far out and what's reality. And they have no dedication to truth.

Technology can be our best friend, and technology can also be the biggest party pooper of our lives. It interrupts our own story, interrupts our ability to have a thought or a daydream, to imagine something wonderful because we're too busy bridging the walk from the cafeteria back to the office on the cell phone.

We walked through the lobby toward the dining room. "Look out!" Ashley cried. The three of us jumped aside as a woman came rushing through the dining room doors. She wore a long white fur coat and dark glasses. She didn't even see us. She was too busy muttering into a cell phone. "I wonder what her hurry is," I said. "I think she's a spy," Natasha said. "Spies always wear fur coats." I rolled my eyes at Ashley.

in 90 percent of your daily life, the presence of a cell phone either doesn't matter or makes things only slightly more convenient. They're useful, but it's hyperbolic to believe its ubiquitous presence is vital.

Instead, I pulled out my cell and dialed the one person any independent, competent adult calls when a true crisis hits. Mommy.

Batman: One more thing. When you find something out, you can call me on this. Commissioner Gordan: A cell phone with one button? Batman: A bat signal. Commissioner Gordan: Christ. He actually put a bat on it.

I want to let my friend Buster know that I would like to have dinner with him tonight. Does Buster work at home? Then how likely is he to have his cell phone on? Is he one of those people who only turns on his cell when he's in his car? I hate that.

I like everything with a heaping dose of feminitity, including my cell phone. I created this phone for the classic woman, who like me, loves diamonds & wants a wireless.

I want to let my friend Buster know that I would like to have dinner with him tonight. Does Buster work at home? Then how likely is he to have his cell phone on? Is he one of those people who only turns on his cell when he's in his car? I hate that.

I became an uncle when I was barely out of diapers myself," Izzy told her as he gathered up Ash's bag. "I speak baby at a high level of expertise, so we'll be fine. My cell phone's on. I won't be insulted when you call to check in, so do what you need to do. Call every five minutes, if you want. If I don't answer, it's because I'm dealing with a two-handed diaper of doom. I'll call you right back if that happens.

Listen," Kate interrupted. "I am going to Italy to study Shakespeare , not to fall in love." The cell phone thrummed with silent disappointment. "In fact," she went on, "I consider myself lucky to have dated Jerome—" "Because you found the state of complete boredom restful?" Annie murmured.

Then my cell phone buzzes again. I can't quite get it out of my pocket because my arm is so bloody. Astley reaches down and pulls it out for me. "You're blushing," he says. "You just reached in my pocket. It's kind of intimate." He smiles a wicked smile and hands me the phone. "There is candy in here as well." "Skittles," I explain. "I like them.

F*ck that - why is your GPS in your kitchen Because that's where I was when I took it out of my phone What the hell, V. Butch tightened his grip on his cell and wished there were an app that let you reach through a phone and b#tch slap someone. ~Butch and Vishous, Lover Unleashed.

I got to go! Bye!" "You're ammmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaazing—" Click. This time when she put her cell phone back down, she felt as light and frothy as the bubbles in a champagne flute. And a little drunk, too.