Susan Elizabeth Phillips Quotes

I don't like telephones.

I've always admired your ability to be unilaterally irritating.

People who speak in metaphors should shampoo my crotch.

I knew it... I'm surrounded by assholes!

It's wildly irritating to have invented something as revolutionary as sarcasm, only to have it abused by amateurs.

Don't clap I'm not a jazz band for Christ's sake.

Oh, for God's sake... get a life, will you?

You men,' she says. 'You durn men.

You're Bes, I guess?" I said. "Yes," he said. "Your car's a mess," Liz muttered. "If one more person rhymes," Emma grumbled, "I'll throw up.

The best way to make a long story short is to stop listening.

One open way of speaking introduces another open way of speaking, and draws out discoveries, like wine and love.

One thing that irritates me is when people kind of make assumptions.

Too bad we don't have a flashlight." "Thanks for stating the obvious, Mr. Thomas," Minho replied.

My mother comes in my room and says, "Just look at this mess! This is a pig sty!" Now, I've already been in the room five hours, and she wants me to LOOK at it.

How totally banal of you to ask what I really mean.

Stop bothering me with your pathetic politics - I'd rather go to the whorehouse.

I couldn't give a s***! He just can't take it. Good old Jose, moaning again.

Next time I’ll just send the three of you e-mails. What was I thinking when I decided to have this meeting? (Acheron) Oh, I know. That men who are a couple of thousand years old could actually behave like grownups? (Nick) (Zarek elbowed Nick in the stomach.) Oops. Involuntary arm spasm. (Zarek)

He didn't look the least bit tired. A morning person, even after no sleep at all. It was disgusting.

Whatever, bro. We both had a long day. Too much drama. I'll TTYS." I wanted to ridicule him for using chatspeak IRL, but I found myself lacking the energy.

If people ask me, I always tell them: "Quite well, thank you, I'm very glad to say." If people ask me, I always answer, "Quite well, thank you, how are you today?" I always answer, I always tell them, If they ask me Politely... BUT SOMETIMES I wish That they wouldn't

You need me, just whistle," he said as he arranged his ball cap over his eyes against the sun leaking through the frost-emptied branches. "You're not coming?" Lifting the brim of his cap, he eyed me, "You want me to?" he asked blandly. "Not really, no." He dropped the brim and laced his hands over his middle. "Then why are you bitching? It's a crime scene, not a grocery store.

"Hello, Max," he said quietly, searching my face. "How do you feel?" Which was a ten on the 'imbecilic question' scale of one to ten. "Why, I feel fine, Jeb," I said brightly. "How about you?" "Any nausea? Headache?" "Yep. And it's standing here talking to me."

O ay, letters - I had letters - I am persecuted with letters - I hate letters - nobody knows how to write letters; and yet one has 'em, one does not know why - they serve one to pin up one's hair.

And he says I have lousy timing