Quotes About Blondes

I always loved watching old movies and I loved Marilyn Monroe and all those blondes; that hyper feminine 1950s glamour and the exaggeration of it. Then Jessica Rabbit came along and it was an exaggeration of that look and so I wanted to be even more exaggerated than that.

The harsh truth is, most red-haired men look like blondes who've spoiled from lack of refrigeration. They look like brown-haired men who've been composted out behind the barn. Yet that same pigmentation that on a man can resemble leaf mold or junkyard rust, a woman wears like a tiara of rubies.

Blondes are like white mice, you only find them in cages. They wouldn't last long in nature. They're too conspicuous.

'You Must Remember This', the podcast about 'the secret and or forgotten history of Hollywood's first century', has a thread dedicated to Dead Blondes, which is a clue to where it's coming from.

America's greatest revelation was not the atom bomb, not Fundamentalism, not fat farms, not Elvis, not even the quite astute observation that gentlemen prefer blondes, but the great heights to which she has propelled ice cream, Dad was fond of commenting while standing with the freezer door open and inspecting every flavor of Ben and Jerry's, oblivious to the customers swarming around him, waiting for him to move.

Fix me up with a mannequin, just remember I like blondes. I'll be the life of the party, even when I'm dead and gone.

I think redheads have more fun than blondes.

Two blondes are walking down the street. One reaches into her purse for a makeup compact and looks into the mirror. "This picture looks like someone I know," she says. Her blonde friend has a look and says, "Of course, dummy. It's me!

Q: What do you call an eternity? A: Four blondes at a four-way stop.

Q: Why did God give blondes 2 percent more brains than horses? A: Because God didn't want them shitting on the street during parades.

Q: Why don't blondes talk when having sex? A: Their mothers taught them not to talk with their mouths full.

Listen Charles, if blondes were poison, I'd have died thirty years ago.

El 28% de las mujeres de la página web declaraban ser rubias, un número bastante superior a la media, lo cual indica grandes dosis de tinte, de mentira, o de ambos.

Discovering L.A., in particular in the early '80s, was pretty spectacular; it was fun and carefree, and there was not nearly as much traffic as exists today. It was very much the last gasps of the Beach Boys' ideal view of L.A.: sun, the beach, cars, blondes, etc.

Blondes are so angelic. My sister can get away with anything.

He's here to take revenge. A third shot thunders and I dart toward the blackness of the bush, am almost to the perimeter wire when I stumble over something and go down on my knees. I feel warm flesh, long tangled hair. And blood. One of the blondes. Instantly I'm back on my feet, fleeing blindly into the night. Hear bells clang as my boot snags the perimeter wire. The next bullet comes so close I can hear it whistle past.

My prerogative right now is to just chill and let all the other overexposed blondes on the cover of Us Weekly (magazine) be your entertainment.

Q: Why did blondes vote for Clinton? A: They didn't know how to read and thought she can make their life hilarious!

I'm very intelligent. I'm capable of doing everything put to me. I've launched a perfume and want my own hotel chain. I'm living proof blondes are not stupid.

So...have you ever thought about dyeing your hair punk-rocker-chick black? As I'm sure you've heard, I have a thing for brunettes and always avoid blondes." "I've heard. And no." "Too bad. Because you're making me rethink my stance about doing my friends' exes." I snorted, not even trying to hide my...incredulity? Surely I wasn't amused. "Your making me rethink my stance on cold-blooded homicide

There is this image of a guy in a hot tub, drinking champagne with two buxom blondes. But that is not the real me. I am a father, and I am a grandfather, too.

Blondes have the hottest kisses. Red-heads are fair-to-middling torrid, and brunettes are the frigidest of all. It's something to do with hormones, no doubt.

Blondness is a core Trump-family value: Both Donald Jr. and Eric got the memo and married blondes.

Two blondes walk into a building. You'd think at least one of them would have seen it.