Morosco Wood Quotes & Sayings

You know when I'm down to my socks it's time for business
That's why they're called business socks
It's business, it's business time — Flight Of The Conchords

As commander I was responsible for the overall success of the mission, and so I had to know at least a little bit about everything. — Leroy Chiao

There are many things not called poison which can kill a man, — Agatha Christie

I think gay couples should be allowed to marry. They should suffer just like us heterosexuals, — Dolly Parton

You are a child of love that has come here to live in love and to give away love. — Debasish Mridha

If I'd had a bazooka, I could have blown a hole in the wall between us. If I hadn't killed one or both of us, I could have asked you, 'What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like that?' — Kurt Vonnegut Jr.

I think you should suffer sometimes to be attractive and beautiful, so I cut the clothes very slim because I like to feel the clothes on my body. — Tom Ford

A deity who remains silent and invisible should not get angry or surprised at doubt of his reality. — Graham Kendall

Want to be happy? Stop trying to be perfect. — Brene Brown

Then to the elements be free... — William Shakespeare

The ideas of people in general are not raised higher than the roofs of the houses. All their interests extend over the earth's surface in a layer of that thickness. The meeting-house steeple reaches out of their sphere. — Nathaniel Hawthorne

I loved ninjas when I was younger. — Rain

When I was asked to write a message for your brochure I gladly accepted as I remember my first school tour of England was Wales. The experience proved extremely useful in my development of a cricketer. — Graeme Smith

You'll fold faster than Superman on laundry day — Jerry Seinfeld

I have to say that the situation didn't look very promising. There was a woman in the bed right enough. But there was a man there too. Fully clothed, enormous in midnight-blue serge suit and peaked cap, he knelt above her rhythmically slapping her face with a pendulum action of his heavy-gloved hand. No, this didn't look like our kind of thing at all. Warily John slipped out of his socks and shirt. You have to give him credit: he keeps his cool and works the percentages. Now the two mean moved strangely past each other; and with some diffidence John climbed into bed. The other guy stared at us, with raised, with churning face. Then he did some shouting and strode out of there - though he paused, and thoughtfully dimmed the lights, as he left the room. We heard his boots on the stairs. The lady clutched me.

"My husband!" she explained. — Martin Amis