Alona Tal Quotes

Even on the most serious ballads, I'll throw in a tongue-in-cheek remark.

I'm blonde and bad.

There's a rumor going around that I'm Miss Goody-two-shoes from Australia. Well, that's a laugh. I'm really Miss Goody-two-shoes from England!

For lack of a better term, they've labeled me a sex symbol. It's flattering and it should happen to every bald, overweight guy.

If I had two faces, do you think I would be wearing this one.

I'm too self-serious for a comedy.

The stupidest question I get is 'Is Goldberg your real name?' I tell people, 'No, my real name is Killer, but I wanted a much more menacing name, so I picked Goldberg.'

Anybody who knows me knows that half the time I'm saying things with a somewhat humorous overtone.

Nobody likes me,” he concluded at the tail end of a ten-minute pity fest. “Can’t imagine why,” Quinn murmured. I turned my snort of laughter into a fake cough, which was an embarrassingly feeble attempt at subterfuge when you consider the fact that I didn’t have any lungs.

Really, the combination of the scabs and the ointment looks hideous. I can't help enjoying his distress. "Poor Finnick. Is this the first time in your life you haven't looked pretty?" I say. "It must be. The sensation's completely new. How have you managed it all these years?" he asks. "Just avoid mirrors. You'll forget about it," I say. "Not if I keep looking at you," he says.

Am I hideous, Jane? Very, sir: you always were, you know.

Amazing.” Hi stripped off his shirt, wrung it out. “Score one for your honker.” “Thanks, I think.” I cocked my chin at Hi’s substantial midsection. “Nice abs.” “Yeah, I work out twice a month. No expectations. But stop hitting on me, it’s embarrassing.

Well, whatever I am, I am the blonde!

It doesn't bother me when someone calls me a 'dumb blonde.' I'm neither dumb or blonde.

I was so ugly my mother used to feed me with a sling shot.

But I don't distinguish between being laughed with, and laughed at. I'll take either.

The problem with having a sense of humor is often that people you use it on aren't in a very good mood.

My success comes in making fun of whatever you're doing. That's my way.

Some are blessed with musical ability, others with good looks. Myself, I was blessed with modesty.

Unfortunately, Poots is the name that I've been graced with for my life, but it's not short for anything - apart from Imogen Poots.

For most of my 20s, I looked like I was 12. Now that I'm pushing 40, I guess I look closer to... 15? It must be my macrobiotic diet. Oh, wait, except that I don't have one of those.

I'm in fact a hair under six feet, but I'm very svelte. People would never see me if I turned sideways.

I have not taken my good looks seriously from the beginning. When I would be teased by my friends about my looks, I would just make a self-deprecating remark and let it pass.

I suppose I look for humor in most situations because it humanizes things; it makes a character much more three-dimensional if there's some kind of humor. Not necessarily laugh-out-loud type of stuff, just a sense that there is a humorous edge to things. I do like that.

The secret to humor is surprise.