Quotes About Toby

Mrs. Landingham, does the President have free time this morning?" "The President has nothing but free time, Toby. Right now he's in the residence eating Cheerios and enjoying Regis and Kathie Lee. Should I get him for you?" "Sarcasm's a disturbing thing coming from a woman of your age, Mrs. Landingham." "What age would that be, Toby?" "Late twenties?" "Atta boy.

Ah, yes, I remember reading about that—shocking affair. I don't think I actually ever came across the fellow, though, of course, I knew of him. Toby Armstrong. Nice fellow. Everybody liked him. He had a very distinguished career. Got the V.C.

Toby placed his front paws on the track, looked up at Ian, and whined. "What in hell are you wearing, big man?" he asked, staring down at the dog. "It's his sweater." "That's a terrible thing to do to a noble beast," Ian muttered, grabbing the sweater by the hem and pulling it up over Toby's head. -Ian and Jessie

Nugget? said Micah, offering a lump to Toby. Thanks, said Toby. He took a bite and chewed thoughtfully. I think maybe it is a squirrel. He said.

Toby wasn't an idiot." Jameson's expression was sharp. "Unless this was some kind of suicide pact, he would have had a contingency plan to make sure that he and his friends weren't caught in the flames.

The word wrath jumped out at me. I thought about the alcohol and drugs we'd found in Toby's room. I thought about the fire on Hawthorne Island and the way the press had lauded Toby as such an outstanding young man.

The Rooneys may run Rockaway Watch, but it's a small town. They're small people with a small reach, and the legal situation had already been taken care of. Toby could have come home, but he fought it.

Did you find what I found?" he asked me. "Two of the four charities have connections to victims of the fire. I'm still piecing together the rest, but I have a theory." "Does your theory involve Toby having been a patient at Camden House and potentially losing his memory after the fire?" I asked. Jameson leaned toward me. "We're brilliant.

I like subordination, quoth my uncle Toby...

I have begun a new book, on purpose that I might have room enough to explain the nature of the perplexities in which my uncle Toby was involved, from the many discourses and interrogations about the siege of Namur, where he received his wound.

And something else came back, from that later first morning at Kensington Park Gardens: a sense that the house was not only an enhancement of Toby's interest but a compensation for his lack of it.

And Toby, with his thrift-store suit and stubborn insistence that we call him "O Captain My Captain.

But I have already told the beginning, so right now it's the middle. And Zeb is in the middle of the story about Zeb. He is in the middle of his own story. I am not in this part of the story; it hasn't come to the part with me. But I'm waiting, far off in the future. I'm waiting for the story of Zeb to join up with mine. The story of Toby. The story I am in right now, with you.

And I said that Crozier did not need to call Fuck right now because we were not in trouble and did not need his help. And Toby said, That's right, he doesn't like to be summoned on trivial matters. And Zeb coughed.

It's kind of shocking to hear Toby called a babe; sort of like calling God a studmuffin.

What you mean is, with God in the story there's a penalty, said Toby. Yes, said Adam One. There's a penalty without God in the story, too, needless to say. But people are less likely to credit that. If there's a penalty, they want a penalizer. They dislike senseless catastrophe.

still at the table, engaged no doubt in some kind of arcane flirtation, she for practise, he in pathetic earnest. Toby

You can write a great country record and still be angry. Who's angrier than Toby Keith? He's angrier than the average 10 rappers.

Toby proved to an ugly, long-haired, lop-eared creature, half spaniel and half lurcher, brown-and-white in colour, with a very clumsy waddling gait.

Toby was rendered momentarily speechless. Was the minister out of his mind? Was this man seriously suggesting that political debate should return to the days of actual discussion of the issues? Was he literally raving tonto?

One key element to Hitchcock is the drooping jowl. That was crucial because his silhouette is crucial. There is something about his silhouette that became his brand.

Martha?" Toby asked. "Is that Ã¢â'¬Â¦ Martha Stewart?" "Heavens, no! I mean the real Martha. Pullen, of course. The Queen of Sewing.

Your breakfast is ready," Toby said to Call, leaning through the open office door. "I made waffles--your favorite. And I've got some of that Saskatoon syrup you like." "Someday, you'll make someone a great wife, Toby," Call grumbled, forcing himself to his feet though he wasn't really hungry. Toby just grinned.

Why, they are cannibals!' said Toby on one occasion when I eulogized the tribe. 'Granted,' I replied, 'but a more humane, gentlemanly and amiable set of epicures do not probably exist in the Pacific.' But