Hey, did somebody step on a duck?
I put quite a bit of study into the horn, that's true. In fact, the neighbors threatened to ask my mother to move once, you know.
I've been to a couple of restaurants in L.A. that were so loud, I left there with a sore throat; you literally could not have a conversation. I think it's very deliberate: There's this idea that somehow it's more fun if there's a roar in the room.
I've been singing quieter because I live in a thin-walled apartment.
Hey you! I told you to slow that nag down! Because of you, I almost heard the opera!
I'd take a Bromo, but I can't stand the noise.
Noise is a parasite. Anything noisy is poorly designed.
It's not as if there's a noise problem, because they use the same circuits as Formula One.
The music is always blasting wherever I am that people always knock on my door and say, "It's too loud!"
I thought I'd had another few decades before my noise complaint years.
I had two roosters at one point, and that was pretty noisy. Our neighbors didn't like us very much. They would crow at the same time. That's why we had them in soundproof kennels.
I had a few teachers when they would hear a noise they would immediately be like, 'Nadine, outside!' I spent about two years standing outside the physics classroom.
It's very clean. With tape, you get noise.
