Quotes About Toast

There were far too many at my birthday party, and I wouldn't have invited any of them. I couldn't see them at first, because it takes a few days for the eyes to open, but they made their presence felt. Try having breakfast with a football team, all of them fighting to get hold of the same piece of toast, and you'll know what I went through.

Okay? You'll be a knockout. Listen, we'll buy a bottle of high-price Scotch and take it along. That Vat 69.' Frank

I'll do the snails on cinnamon toast.

Who rises the glass, also rises the price!

Nearest we get to the sun here is when the toaster's on.

Here's tae us,' Cameron said. 'Wha's like us?' Collins added. 'Might just leave it there,' Rebus said, unwilling to finish the toast. But the words echoed in his head anyway. Gey few, and they're aw deid …

Outside, the rain was bucketing down. We ran along the street, laughing at the madness of it all, and burst into Reece's, where we had to queue for the set lunch of soup, chicken and trifle. Reece's had no licence so, when we finally got a table, we toasted ourselves with water. But we didn't care: we were on a high. A full church wedding with all the extras couldn't have made me happier.

And he raised his glass to her. It could have been a compliment. Or the most sarcastic gesture anyone had ever made to her.

Let us celebrate the occasion with wine and sweet words.

I have known many, Liked not a few, Loved only one. I toast to you.

Let us toast the health of the bride; let us toast the health of the groom, let us toast the person that tied; let us toast every guest in the room.

Here's to a sweetheart, a bottle, and a friend. The first beautiful, the second full, the last ever faithful.

Let's celebrate our anniversary and raise a toast to our togetherness. Sweetheart, I cherish the memories that I share with you.

I want to raise a toast and make you a Birthday wish. But since you've just turned 18, I'm sorry I can't legally do that! Happy 18th Birthday!

21 beers for 21 years.

Here's to you, Claude, I said, raising my glass to him. Congratulations. For what? he said, raising his own. Now you know what it feels like to be one of us. His laugh was short and bitter. I was thinking the exact same thing.

I manage a toast to the Christmas treeand one to the sweet absurdityin the miracle of the verb to be.Lucky you, lucky me.

Let us celebrate the occasion with wine and sweet words.

She reached out one hand, pulled two slices of toast from the toaster, and stacked them on a plate. "Need help?" I asked. "No. Just sit down. Your eggs are ready." She lifted the pot off the stove and started to bring it to the breakfast table. Steam from the pot fogged her glasses.

He would never need a knife to spread a pat of butter on his toast. That smile would quickly melt it.

small dish of honey had been provided with his toast, and he was dipping a dubious finger into it, wondering whether he ought to try dabbing it into his eye, when at last the flap opened again and his brother was with him. "Did

these being the heavy-bottomed small glasses known as shot glasses, as they made a sound strongly resembling a pistol shot when slammed on the table following a toast.

Richard Nixon made a toast to me as a future Prime Minister of Canada when I was 4 months old, sitting as a centerpiece in the middle of a table as my father had plonked me down there. It was more about politeness than any great vision.

Happy Birthday from your only friend other than alcohol.