David Alan Basche Quotes

I can still hear my mom's voice echoing through the house, reminding me and my siblings to 'Make your beds!' It seems like such a small thing, but when you're one of 15 brothers and sisters like me, those small reminders about the importance of discipline and order are critical.

Of course I have to clean my room and sometimes wash the dishes. And do a lot of other cleaning because my brothers, they leave a mess. But me too, me too. I have to admit I'm guilty of that, too.

I am glad that I am able to do everything. It's tough because you have to look after the house, family, children, acting, dance, and production.

Moving and motion tends to make things pop up. But things pop up for me, really, at just odd intervals or at random times that aren't really convenient, so I'm a big fan of the voice memo recorder on my phone. That's the only way I can remember things.

When you're by yourself you have to sort out everything like the shopping and looking after the house.

People may think I'm crazy, but one of the ways I like to wind down my Friday is to get some of our household chores done, whether it's cleaning or doing a big food shop, so the house is all nice for the weekend.

I cook and do my own laundry.

I quite like doing laundry. I find it quite like relaxing.

Guys should be doing laundry, doing dishes.

There is sort of an unspoken 'no skateboarding' clause on tour that I break pretty often.

I have a problem getting all my laundry done, cleaning up and doing all of the normal daily things that a grownup should do.

My mom keeps me grounded and all that. She makes me do chores.

Once, I was up north with friends and, after dinner, one lady who was at the table said, 'Would you sing for me?' and I went 'Well, sure.' And the other women are looking and going, 'You never sing for us.' Well, you never ask me.

We do our chores when chores are needed to be done.

Being raised Muslim, we had to get up at the crack of dawn to pray. There was no sleeping in, no getting up Saturday morning to watch cartoons because there was no TV in the house. But you got up and you worked, cleaned the house.

What I say in the dressing room always stays there.

At home we never mention football. Not with my wife, not with my sons, not with my mother. Sometimes they will see something in the paper and ask me what I think. But I say, nothing.

Having been raised very disciplined, I had to iron for my mom every Friday afternoon after school.

Fletch then kisses me on the forehead before opening the cabinet under the coffeemaker to grab placemats and napkins. Retrieving these items is his job because I kind of don't like to bend. I also refuse to carry anything heavier than my purse.

We must continuously discipline ourselves to I remember how it felt the first moment.

Making coffee has become the great compromise of the decade. It's the only thing "real" men do that doesn't seem to threaten their masculinity. To women, it's on the same domestic entry level as putting the spring back into the toilet-tissue holder or taking a chicken out of the freezer to thaw.

The washing-up was so dismally real that Bilbo was forced to believe the party of the night before had not been part of his bad dreams, as he had rather hoped.

At any given moment, there is a sort of all pervading orthodoxy, a general tacit agreement not to discuss large and uncomfortable facts.

Nick, fetch my car, fetch my clothes, sweep the chimney, make my bed, watch my psychopath, fetch my slippers.’ Yeah, I’ll fetch those slippers and stick them someplace real uncomfortable. I swear, my mother should have named me Fido. (Nick)

Mine doesn't even know there is laundry. It just magically gets done.