Quotes About Toast

What the hell good was it to be the Lord of the Underworld if there was fuzz on your underdone toast.

They drank one another's health like men who meet to part upon the dark paths of a great adventure.

I'll drink to that," Nina said. "You'll drink to anything." "Indeed I will. It's one of my best traits.

And we meet, with champagne and a chicken, at last.

And as for fairy tales, he understood that they were reflections of the people who had spun them, and were flecked with little truths—intrusions of reality into fantasy, like… toast crumbs on a wizard's beard.

I am so ready to hunt down those tiny adorable creatures and give them what for," said Emma. "SO READY." "Emma . . ." "I may even tie bows on their heads." "We have to interrogate them." "Can I get a selfie with one of them first?" "Eat your toast, Emma.

Sherlock said, 'He eats Cheerios for breakfast with our son, Sean,' and smiled. 'I eat a slice of wheat toast with crunchy peanut butter.

Here's to a long life and a merry one A quick death and an easy one A pretty girl and an honest one A cold beer and another one!

Here's to old Adam's crystal ale, Clear, sparkling, and divine, Fair H2O, long may you flow! We drink your health (in wine).

One of my life goals is to be a best man. It's a baller position. You get drunk, you make speeches, and you make love to the prettiest bridesmaid, usually standing from behind.

Amused, Connor poured whiskey all around, lifted his glass, tapped it to Meara's. "Whether we're victorious or buggered, there's no five others I'd rather stand with. So fuck it all. Sláinte.

The privileges of the side-table included the small prerogatives of sitting next to the toast, and taking two cups of tea to other people's one.

Confused by the emotion of the day, and feeling his being there with this Double of coarse deportment, to be like a dream, Charles Darnay was at a loss how to answer; finally, answered not at all. "Now your dinner is done," Carton presently said, "why don't you call a health, Mr. Darnay; why don't you give your toast?" "What health? What toast?" "Why, it's on the tip

The responsible duty of making the toast was delegated to the Aged, and that excellent old gentleman was so intent upon it that he seemed to me in some danger of melting his eyes. It was no nominal meal that we were going to make, but a vigorous reality.

Oh, very well, Uncle," cried the boy, merrily. "Since you have introduced the mention of her, and have connected me with her, and have said that I know all about her, I shall make bold to amend the toast. So here's to Dombey—and Son—and Daughter!

Here's to our wives and girlfriends...may they never meet!

I thought we'd whip up some French toast," says Uncle Frankie. "Should I plug in the toaster?" asks Gaynor.

The man raised his glass, 'To you!'Can't you think of a wittier t

But the toaster was quite satisfied with itself, thank you. Though it knew from magazines that there were toasters who could toast four slices at a time, it didn't think that the master, who lived alone and seemed to have few friends, would have wanted a toaster of such institutional proportions. With toast, it's quality that matters, not quantity.

The toaster (lacking real bread) would pretend to make two crispy slices of toast. Or, if the day seemed special in some way, it would toast an imaginary English muffin.

Good-quality nuts, toasted in a little butter and salt, make a magical addition to many salads.

A toast, Jedediah, to love on my terms. Those are the only terms anybody ever knows - his own.

The highballs are on me. As the giraffe said to the bartender.

She was forty-five minutes late to work that day, but she had toast for breakfast. Goddamnit.