Quotes About Biscuit

Louie and Phil were separated again, and Louie was locked in an officer's cabin. Every few days, he had strange visits from a grinning sailor who would lean into the room, say, "Thump on the head for a biscuit?," rap his knuckles on Louie's head, hand him a biscuit, and amble away.

What do those kids expect to do with that biscuit eater?" Ames laughed. ''You know how boys are. I'll bet this is the first time in history a colored boy and a white boy ever had a joint entry in a field trial. They get riled if anybody calls him a biscuit eater.

Aarti? She got me into trouble the first day we met,' Gopal said. I dipped a biscuit in my tea and listened.

I knew a man once who stammered, said Jimmy. He used to chew dog biscuit while he was speaking. It cured him. Besides being nutritious.

He picked up the biscuit box and said, Come on, Marlene. Back into hiding in case somebody comes looking for you, although only God knows why anybody would. Marlene? Nell said. I'm not calling anything SugarPie, Riley said. That's obscene.

the demented clatter-like nuts and bolts trying to escape from a biscuit tin-of the small Citroën van that every farmer drives home at lunchtime...

I saw the animal's body tense expectantly as he saw the treat in my palm. Unfortunately, it seemed in question as to whether the attraction was the biscuit or my hand.

Later, over his favorite grand crème in the Café des Marauds, he was listening with half an ear to Joséphine as she told him the story of the village's first chocolate festival and the resistance it had met from the church. The coffee was good, sprinkled with shavings of dark chocolate and with a cinnamon biscuit by the side of the cup. Narcisse was sitting opposite with his usual seed catalogue and a café-cassis.

Democrats are running around like they found a hair in their biscuit.

...instead of offering me a Garibaldi biscuit, she asked me with that faint lisp of hers, to 'have some squashed flies, George'.

I see biscuit!" "No, I see biscuit!" "Giddy-yap, giddy-yap, Rainbowooooo

I cannot go any further without mentioning my favourite biscuit of all time, now sadly, tragically, extinct. The oaty, crumbly, demerara notes of the long-forgotten Abbey Crunch will remain forever on my lips. I loved the biscuit as much as anything I have ever eaten, and often, in moments of solitude, I still think about its warm, buttery, sugary self.