Quotes About Hang up

Is that an invitation?""I suppose it is.""Good." Cade's voice dropped lower, adding one last thing before hanging up. "And tell your friend in the striped shirt that he's in my seat.

I pulled the phone toward me and punched in the number of the sheriff's office in Flat Mesa. The deputy at the desk put me straight through. The phone made a couple of clicks, and then the sheriff's voice sounded in my ear. "Jones," he said. Dark, biting, laconic. "Hey, Nash. It's Janet." There was a long silence. "Fuck," Nash Jones said clearly, and he hung up on me.

On an impulse he picked up the phone and asked for the London number. "One hour delay. Call you back," said the triumphant voice at the other end. "Priority," said Grant. And gave his credentials. "Oh," said the voice, disappointed but game. "Oh well, I'll see what I can do." "On the contrary," Grant said, "I'll see what you can do," and hung up.

Then he hung up, the scoundrel!

How is Eric?' 'Very tightly wound. Plus, a lot of stuff happened that he'll tell you about.' 'Thanks for the warning. I'll go to the house now. You're my favorite breather.' 'Oh. Well ... great.' She hung up.

It's like when you call the radio station when they ask for the ninth caller, but you're never the ninth caller, so when they actually pick up and talk to you, you figure it must be some mistake. Then they put you on the radio, you sound like a complete fool, and then you hang up before you can give them your address, so they can't mail you your concert tickets. Don't laugh - it happened.

We're going to hang up. You're going to call her. You're going to tell her that you love her, that you want her to move to Los Angeles, that you can't live without her. Then we're having dinner. I laugh. What if she doesn't love me or she doesn't want to move here. Then we will have a miserable dinner.

I think I'm coming up on the ess curve, so I'm going to hang up and concentrate on driving. In the snow. Which wasn't supposed to happen until tomorrow afternoon. Gee, Kels, I didn't know you believed in the weatherman. Do you still believe in Santa and the Tooth Fairy, too? How about the Easter Bunny? All right. Point taken.

and after the beep I leave a concise message with exactly the information a therapist wants—name, one-liner about why I'm calling, and return phone number. I'm doing well until, thinking it might get me in to see him sooner, I add that I'm also a therapist, but my voice cracks as I say the word therapist. Mortified, I cover with a cough and quickly hang up.

The phone was ringing as she entered the house through the kitchen door. She jogged into the living room to answer it, only to have whoever was on the other end hang up on her. Just what she didn't need right now—some oblivious idiot calling the wrong number, over and over. Her tolerance for idiocy was at an all-time low, starting with her own.