Tom Colicchio Quotes

Basil Stag Hare tut-tutted severely as he remarked to Ambrose Spike, 'Tch, tch. Dreadful table manners. Just look at those three wallahs, kicking up a hullaballoo like that! Eating's a serious business.

I was brought up in a way that when you're at a dinner party, you don't grab a chip unless it's been offered to everyone else. It's the manners of being brought up by English parents.

You can be assured that I need no one's guidance in anything concerning propriety.

When I was growing up, my family was serious about manners. I always wanted to put my elbow on the table to prop my head up. I didn't understand how other people looked awake. My head felt so heavy after the whole day.

I am one who leaves the table like a man, without putting back the chair or picking up the plate

In proceeding to the dining-room, the gentleman gives one arm to the lady he escorts--it is unusual to offer both.

As a general rule, do not kick the shins of the opposite gentleman under the table, if personally unaquainted with him; your pleasantry is liable to be misunderstood--a circumstance at all times unpleasant.

I don't like people's table manners. That really puts you off eating food.

When the bell rings in between the ropes, I'm in charge. No one can touch me. That's my time, no one can touch me.

I've had enough of being public property.

I'm going to do everything I'm supposed to do - except roommates. No roommates. I quietly paid for my own room on the road. I didn't want to tell anyone.

Speake not of a dead man at the table.

If you are going to worry all night, you should let the hostess know that you're coming for cocktails and leaving when everyone sits down for dinner. If you do need to call to check in, people will understand, but excuse yourself from the table and head to the ladies room to do it.

When in company, put not your hands to any part of the body, not usually discovered.

It is helpful to know the proper way to behave, so one can decide whether or not to be proper.

Don't need to say please to no man for a happy tune.

Grace thou thy house and let not that grace thee.

Let's all commit ourselves to the basic civility of minding our own business. Failing that, let's go back to a time when we were nasty and judgmental, but only behind one another's backs.

The man who thrusts his manners upon me does as if he were to insist on introducing me to his cabinet of curiosities, when I wished to see himself.

Don’t lick the guests, darling. Bad manners.

Why does everyone want to own me?" Pippa mumbles. She's got her head in her hands. "Why do they all want to control my life -- how I look, whom I see, what I do or don't do? Why can't they just let me alone?" "Because you're beautiful," Ann answers, watching the fire lick her palm. "People always think they can own beautiful things.

I hate a man who swallows [his food], affecting not to know what he is eating. I suspect his taste in higher matters.

It is nasty when you're playing in someone else's house to point out that they don't have enough balls.

There's not much I dislike more than being addressed as "Hey you" and being poked with a finger.