Quotes About Milkshake

Gideon laughed and took his milkshake from the opened lid of the glove compartment.

If you enjoy sticking a straw in a dog's ear, don't sit next to the pooch with a milkshake.

Now, to most people, a french-fried potato is a pretty uninspiring object. It's fodder, something to kill time chewing between bites of hamburger and swallows of milk shake. That's your ordinary french fry. The McDonald's french fry was in an entirely different league. They lavished attention on it. I didn't know it then, but one day I would, too. The french fry would become almost sacrosanct for me,

There's a safety in thinking in a diner. You can have your coffee or your milkshake, and you can go off into strange dark areas, and always come back to the safety of the diner.

If I can't suck your milkshake through a straw, it's not a milkshake--it's a glass of ice cream.

Next week we'll be investigating rumours that the president of the dairy council has become a Mason, and goes around giving his colleagues the 'secret milkshake.'

Terry didn't really do deference around famous people. I was once in a position, in Dublin, to introduce him to Bono from U2, explaining, as I did so, that Bono owned the hotel we were standing in. 'Ah, good,' Terry said to Bono. 'Can you get me a milkshake?' Which he did.

sipping from a protein shake that had aspirations of being a milkshake, but couldn't quite make it.

Ed felt faint. Milk shake, as it turned out, was much less handy in your veins then, say, oxygen.

Judging from the state of my consciousness at the time, millions of years of hominid evolution had produced nothing more transcendent than a craving for a cheeseburger and a chocolate milkshake.

At the 2012 Olympics, there was a nutritionist in the food hall telling us, 'Eat that. And eat that.' After winning my gold, I went to McDonald's for chicken nuggets and a strawberry milkshake, but that was just for the hell of it. I don't feel hungry after a match, to be honest.

Is that you, Charlie? Sam's making me a milkshake.

I have to say that it was the best milkshake I ever had in my life. It was so delicious, it almost scared me.

My milkshake brings all the gods to the yard.

If I can't suck your milkshake through a straw, it's not a milkshake--it's a glass of ice cream.

I remember when that Kelis song 'Milkshake' came out, and just how extreme it seemed in terms of that really high triangle part and then the really low subs and then her voice in the middle.

And after a refreshing sleep filled with cobwebby dreams of my past life in the East I got up, washed in the station men's room, and strode off, fit and slick as a fiddle, and got me a rich thick milkshake at the roadhouse to put some freeze in my hot, tormented stomach.

My favorite restaurant in the Twin Cities is McDonalds. I order two cheeseburgers, two snack wraps with no sauce, two fish fillets with cheese and light tartar sauce, two large fries, two apple pies, and one large milkshake.

I wonder what job arises in people's lives that causes them to come to this restaurant to 'hire' a milkshake?" That was an interesting way to think about the problem.

Excuse me. Can you help me understand what job you are trying to do with that milkshake?" When they'd struggle to answer this question, we'd help them by asking, "Well, think about the last time you were in this same situation, needing to get the same job done—but you didn't come here to hire that milkshake. What did you hire?" The answers were enlightening:

Dont you just love the taste of ozone? Like a fucking zinc milkshake.

Yeah," I said, nursing the milkshake I'd brought outside. The cup was still half-full, moisture beading across the wax coating. It tasted artificial, like someone had asked God to turn the color pink into food.

There's a safety in thinking in a diner. You can have your coffee or your milk shake, and you can go off into strange dark areas, and always come back to the safety of the diner.

A week after my drugs ran out, I left my bed to perform at the college, deciding at the last minute to skip both the doughnut toss and the march of the headless plush toys. Instead, I just heated up a skillet of plastic soldiers, poured a milkshake over my head and called it a night.