Quotes About Dad

How is Redbreast's Dad like a piece of toilet paper? He circles Uranus, looking for Klingons.

What are you?" She demanded. "My dad? Osiris? Are you even alive?" Dad looked at Anubis. "What did I tell you about her? Fiercer than Ammit, I said." "You didn't need to tell me that." Anubis's face was grave. "I've learned to fear that sharp tongue." Sadie looked outraged. "Excuse me?

I guess it started in London, the night our dad blew up the British museum.

My dad gave me a present once,' Nico said. 'It was a zombie.' Reyna stared at him. 'What?' 'His name is Jules-Albert. He's French.' 'A... French zombie?

You want to know how Egyptians pulled the brains out of mummies. or built the pyramids, or cursed King Tut's tomb? My dad's your man.

Poseidon held out his arms and gave me a hug. I realized, a little embarrassed, that I'd never actually hugged my dad before. He was warm—like a regular human—and he smelled of a salty beach and fresh sea air.

Is Tyson okay?' I asked. The question seemed to take my dad by surprise. 'He's fine. Doing much better than I expected. Though 'peanut butter' is a strange battle cry.

Gaea snarled in frustration. Don't be cowards! It's very simple. You take this sharp pointy blade and you cut your dad into small pieces so he can't bother us again. Whichever of you does this will be the ruler of the universe! Also, I will make you those cookies you used to like, with the sprinkles.

Amos sipped his coffee. The faraway look on his face reminded me of my dad. "I don't want to scare you." "Too late.

The house of Life doesn't trust our family, especially after what Dad and Mom did. Amos said we were raised apart for a reason, so we wouldn't trigger each other's magic." "Bloody awful reason to keep us apart," I muttered.

Die, I repeated. Yeah. Not disappear, not wouldn't come back, not suffer defeat. Nope. Die. Or more accurately, three letters, starts with D. Not dad then, I suggested. Or dog.

Hey, Dad, can I borrow the severed head of Medusa tonight? I'm going out with my friends. Okay, honey, just bring it back by midnight, and don't petrify anyone.

Think no more about it," Jim assured them. "We have a charge account at Wimpy's. Dad set it up for Honey and me in case of an emergency. We can fill up on hamburgers, French fried potatoes, and malts at least. Let's go.

This is so cool, I said loudly as Dad walked away. Have you met the tattoo artist? Is he hot? He's a she, Mom said. Is she hot? Cause I'm still young, you know. My sexual identity isnt fully formed. Your father can't hear you anymore, Maya. Mom sighed.

Thank God for your amazing powers of persuasion." "Yeah, if only they worked when he was really pissed. And really pissed off." "Still, you need to teach me how to do that sometime, so I can use it on my dad, get whatever I want." "Like you don't already." "Maybe. But I'm always looking for ways to fine-tune the process." He shook his head and waved me to the truck.

Mom had gone into the studio, leaving Dad on "watch our child for signs of an imminent breakdown" duty, sitting at the table, sipping his coffee.

No, I'm telling you to get an expert. An outside opinion. I'm neither. Also, my name is either Jesse or Jasser. Mr. Mandel is my dad and calling me that isn't respectful, it's patronizing.

I have mostly been terrified of listening to scary stories around a campfire. We camp a lot as a family, and at night my dad would try and tell us scary stories. This made eating s'mores difficult. The story would start with something like... 'and the old man who lived in these woods...' I would then run back into the camper terrified.

He left his office and made a beeline for the lounge and the coffee machine. He was reasonably certain that caffeine wasn't going to help in this instance, but as his dad had always told him, it couldn't hurt.

Magazines like that are for girls! And woofters!" "SHUT UP!" said Dad. Dennis

Gabrielle was insulted and didn't even bother to hide it. 'Oh, and I suppose you think your dad was alone when he free-climbed the Kyoto Banking Tower on a windy day last September.

Did you know there's a place under the stairs in the East Wing that's full of spiders that died during the Nixon administration? Do you think that's true? I don't think that's true," she said without really waiting for Charlie to answer. "I could ask Dad," Maddie went on. "But he didn't work here then. At least I don't think he worked here then. I mean, I know he's old. Like, really, really old. But is he that old?

I love politics. It could be that, or it could be that my dad was always really big on, 'This is your job. You are going to work...' You know, it's really funny cause he was such a cowboy, and he doesn't like the concept of guys coming in like cowboys - unshaved and wearing flip flops - and stuff like that would eat him alive.

I watched the Premier League every weekend with my dad - the highlight shows, everything.