Quotes About Lunch

I'll never forget my first time with you. The earth moved, and then mom asked dad who he was going down on during lunch.

Invite him to poetry club, Doff said with a smirk. See if he asks you to take a look at his Emily Dickinson. Beatrice snorted. How long did it take you to think that up? Most of lunch, and the rest of G block, Doff said, shrugging modestly. I started with 'read his Charles Dickens,' but Charles Dickens is a novelist. What about his Philip K. Dick? Who's that? asked Doff. He wrote the book that got turned into Blade Runner .

Cultivate, I said, a sense of humor. From a humorous point of view this lunch is rather good.

The myth that the CEO is going to discover you and nurture you and ask you to join her for lunch is just that, a Hollywood myth.

I would love, obviously, someone like Gloria Steinem to do anything with me. We would obviously have to get lunch after, and she'd have to sign stuff for me.

My favorite Subway sandwiches are meatball and chipotle chicken.

Let not the sands of time get in your lunch.

More business decisions occur over lunch and dinner than at any other time, yet no MBA courses are given on the subject.

Coffee is cheap, drinks are an audition, lunch is an interview, but dinner means business; the business of romance.

The motto in the workaholic Silicon Valley is "Stop for lunch and you are lunch."

It's as if you were in a spaceship going to the moon, and you looked back at this tiny planet Earth and realized that things were vaster than any mind could conceive and you just couldn't handle it, so you started worrying about what you were going to have for lunch.

I'm the only one who gives her a whole can of tuna for lunch, and I'm not talking dreck, either. I'm talking Chicken of the Sea, Alex.

I had an absolutely revolting lunch with O'Neal. Although the food was pretty good.

We don't really have a staff room. We do have one, but … it's freezing in there. So at lunch times we sit down there with the children. We're always around, so the relationships are very different. You don't often hear raised voices here.

I love Westerns and I remember as a kid climbing up on the couch and make it into a saddle and shoot guns and fall off. I would lay there after my death and my mom would tell me to eat lunch and I'd say, 'I'm still dead, Mom!' I was Method, even then.

If you watch a group of schoolchildren eating lunch together, you cannot help but notice how it is a comically Lilliputian version of the adult thing - the cocked eyebrows of conversation, the reaching for condiments, the shovelling of food into tiny mouths.

No, Mr. Swift's mind doesn't work that way, any more than my father's does. They're men of business. Predators. If Mr. Swift wanted me, he wouldn't stop to ask for my permission any more than a lion would stop and politely ask an antelope if he would mind being eaten for lunch.

month after our lunch at Sant Ambroeus. I blurted it out so loud in Orsay

I'm having a late lunch and thinking it over." "What is that you're having?" "Fruit salad." "That's funny," Kylie said, "cuz it looks like a sangria." "Huh. Weird." Sadie sipped her "fruit salad.

Stupid English. English isn't stupid, I say. Well, my English teacher is. He makes a face. Mr. Franklin assigned an essay about our favorite subject, and I wanted to write about lunch, but he won't let me. Why not? He says lunch isn't a subject. I glance at him. It isn't. Well, Jacob says, it's not a predicate, either. Shouldn't he know that?

Some weasel took the cork out of my lunch.

Somebody left the cork out of my lunch.

What contemptible scoundrel stole the cork from my lunch?

What contemptible scoundrel has stolen the cork to my lunch?