Life... is like a grapefruit. Well, it's sort of orangey-yellow and dimpled on the outside, wet and squidgy in the middle. It's got pips inside, too. Oh, and some people have half a one for breakfast.
I moved to L.A. after my landlord in Brooklyn tripled my rent. I spent months looking for other places to move to in New York, then one day I was in California eating a grapefruit, and I was like, 'This is what they taste like?' So I decided to move to L.A. and build a studio in my house.
I once ate nothing but grapefruit for an entire month. I didn't lose a pound.
You can't spell Citrus without UT
Hollywood's a great place to live... if you're a grapefruit.
This is unexpected... like squirt from aggressive grapefruit.
By God, I could make myself bring her that economically halved grapefruit, that sugarless breakfast.
Rosewood has always been one of my favourite scents, as has the pink grapefruit and pepper we've also put in Homme.
My mom always puts a grapefruit in my stocking. I like grapefruit, but why put it in a stocking like it's a gift? It's almost as bad as coal.
I got balls the size of grapefruits!
With our lives and food chain set up to make us fat - I mean, you can't drive down any highway in America and find a grapefruit - a guy needs to be smarter and more determined to get lean.
