Julie Garwood Quotes

I don't mess around when it comes to brushing my teeth. Properly brushed, twice a day, every day, to get my day started.

I need to brush my teeth. And I need a shower." He grinned, hopping off the bike. "Now that is an invitation.

You've got to motivate the fans and the people to get your teeth cleaned. It's called daily hygiene. You've got to take care of yourself.

There's nothing like not washing your teeth or washing your face or brushing your teeth in the morning.

It is the old battle, between those who use a toothbrush and those who don't.

I'm obsessed with fresh breath.

If you brush your teeth, you don't want to eat something right after because your mouth feels so fresh. So brushing your teeth actually prevents you from eating until later.

I can't stand bad breath.

My grandmother is 82, and some days she doesn't even put her teeth in.

It's a huge turnoff when men have teeth that look like they haven't been brushed in days. Also, bad breath is awful.

Just traveling all the time you gotta keep your teeth clean.

I got some tartar-control toothpaste a while back. I've still got tartar, but it's under control.

This was a place where tattoos outnumbered teeth.

As a rule of thumb, I would submit that if you need to call your floss provider, for any reason, you are probably not ready for this level of oral hygiene.

I've had dentists who have wanted to help me out, but I say, 'You know, I won't work again if you fix my teeth.'

Like going to the dentist, where you write: "Dental appointment today. All of the dentists in Boulder are 'holistic.' They can't fill a cavity but they're good for your soul. Your teeth rot, but apparently your spirit prospers."

Ben rubbed his muzzle over Kyle’s shoulder in a way that I think was supposed to be reassuring. Kyle sucked in a breath. Either it hurt, or the reminder that the werewolf was big enough to rub his shoulder without much effort wasn’t exactly reassuring. “Ben, when was the last time you brushed your teeth?” asked Kyle. Or else Ben’s breath was really bad.

I was certified to take x-rays, but you can't just show up and start cleaning people's teeth.

Juliet and Romeo be damned, you can't be in love until you've flossed your teeth next to the person at least three hundred times.

I masturbate. A lot. And yet, I don't floss because it's too much of a hassle. Ten seconds of joy over a lifetime of tooth decay, that's what I've chosen.

I got some tartar control toothpaste. I still have tartar, but that stuff's under control. I got so much tartar, I don't have to dip my fish sticks in anything. That's actually kind of gross. After that joke, I have to clarify that I'm just joking.

It's tough getting older. You start falling apart, you know? My gums are starting to recede now. You can't tell tonight, though, 'cause I comb them forward.

I don't know how anyone can work on people's mouths all day long. That disgusts me. I'd rather work on the other end than work on mouths.

When you have a cavity in your tooth and you let it get worse, eventually you have to get a root canal. If you have something that isn't right, the earlier you treat it the easier the treatment is going to be. That's kind of common sense.

Dentistry is more impressive in town-what the rural man calls cleaning the teeth is called "prophylaxis" in New York.