Pushing Daisies
Chuck: He’s the lord of the pies.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Sunday, October 19, 2008
October 19, 2008
Gilmore Girls
Lorelai: I voiced my concerns, you told me your plans, we had pie … it’s cool.
Lorelai: I voiced my concerns, you told me your plans, we had pie … it’s cool.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Friday, October 17, 2008
October 17, 2008
Kath and Kim
Kim: Can I have some more fried wontons?
Kath: Uh … no.
Phil: Whew … fried wontons. Boy, you know when I was Big Phil I loved my fried wontons … and my pizza … and my pie.
Kim: Can I have some more fried wontons?
Kath: Uh … no.
Phil: Whew … fried wontons. Boy, you know when I was Big Phil I loved my fried wontons … and my pizza … and my pie.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
October 16, 2008
Knitty.com
Well, okay. We didn't HAVE to. It's not like our mom told us to do it or there'd be no pie for us, missy.
Well, okay. We didn't HAVE to. It's not like our mom told us to do it or there'd be no pie for us, missy.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
October 15, 2008
Waitress
Becky: … just once in my life I’d like to be able to make a pie half as good as you can make a pie.
Becky: … just once in my life I’d like to be able to make a pie half as good as you can make a pie.
October 14, 2008
Bones
Bones: You’re just having coffee? Don’t you want pie?
Booth: I’m fine.
Bones: But you always have pie.
Booth: Can we stop talking about pie?
Bones: Is it because of what Sweets said?
Booth: I’m just going pie-less, OK?
Bones: You’re just having coffee? Don’t you want pie?
Booth: I’m fine.
Bones: But you always have pie.
Booth: Can we stop talking about pie?
Bones: Is it because of what Sweets said?
Booth: I’m just going pie-less, OK?
Monday, October 13, 2008
October 13, 2008
Cotton commercial: Joy is not like a pie. The more you share it, the bigger it grows.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
October 12, 2008
Pushing Daisies
Emerson: It is not okay for a grown-ass man to weep in public with a bunch of happy families enjoying pie.
Emerson: It is not okay for a grown-ass man to weep in public with a bunch of happy families enjoying pie.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
October 11, 2008
American Pie
Jim: Guys, uh, what exactly does third base feel like?
Kevin: You want to take this one?
Oz: Like warm apple pie.
Jim: Yeah?
Oz: Yeah.
Jim: Apple pie, huh?
Oz: Uh huh.
Jim: McDonald's or homemade?
Jim: Guys, uh, what exactly does third base feel like?
Kevin: You want to take this one?
Oz: Like warm apple pie.
Jim: Yeah?
Oz: Yeah.
Jim: Apple pie, huh?
Oz: Uh huh.
Jim: McDonald's or homemade?
Friday, October 10, 2008
Thursday, October 9, 2008
October 9, 2008
The Simpsons
Marge: I really shouldn’t show up without an apple pie for Dwight. In fact, I really shouldn’t show up without an apple pie for everyone at the prison.
Marge: I really shouldn’t show up without an apple pie for Dwight. In fact, I really shouldn’t show up without an apple pie for everyone at the prison.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
October 8, 2008
Special Topics in Calamity Physics, by Marisha Pessl
p. 245: … Hannah was frowning as she rubbed her thumb around the rim of her wineglass and her eyes, they kept moving between my face and the wineglass, the piece of apple pie (that looked like it’d been stepped on) back to the wine glass.
p. 245: … Hannah was frowning as she rubbed her thumb around the rim of her wineglass and her eyes, they kept moving between my face and the wineglass, the piece of apple pie (that looked like it’d been stepped on) back to the wine glass.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Monday, October 6, 2008
October 6, 2008
Swingtown
Roger (entering the kitchen in suit and tie): Ooh. Hot apple pie. Now that’s the way to start off a week.
Janet: The pie is not for you. (swats Roger’s hand away)
Roger: Ah, come on. Just one tiny little slice?
Janet: Sorry.
Trina (enters … naked): Oh for Pete’s sake Janet. Let the man have some pie. God knows the poor guy can use a little pie. (scoops some pie on a finger and feeds it to Roger).
Janet: Roger!
(It’s just a dream …)
Roger (entering the kitchen in suit and tie): Ooh. Hot apple pie. Now that’s the way to start off a week.
Janet: The pie is not for you. (swats Roger’s hand away)
Roger: Ah, come on. Just one tiny little slice?
Janet: Sorry.
Trina (enters … naked): Oh for Pete’s sake Janet. Let the man have some pie. God knows the poor guy can use a little pie. (scoops some pie on a finger and feeds it to Roger).
Janet: Roger!
(It’s just a dream …)
Sunday, October 5, 2008
October 5, 2008
Pushing Daisies
Lily: She insisted on coming all this way just to ask why you stopped delivering pies.
Olive: I'm flaky.
Lily: She insisted on coming all this way just to ask why you stopped delivering pies.
Olive: I'm flaky.
Saturday, October 4, 2008
October 4, 2008
Family Guy
Meg: I wanted to thank you for being so great to me, so I baked you a pie.
Brian: Oh wow. Hey, that looks delicious … mmm … whoa, this is good. What’s in there?
Meg: Well there’s some apples, some cinnamon, and … my hair.
Brian: What?
Meg: My hair’s in the pie, Brian. And now it’s inside of you. Part of me. Is inside of you, Brian.
Meg: I wanted to thank you for being so great to me, so I baked you a pie.
Brian: Oh wow. Hey, that looks delicious … mmm … whoa, this is good. What’s in there?
Meg: Well there’s some apples, some cinnamon, and … my hair.
Brian: What?
Meg: My hair’s in the pie, Brian. And now it’s inside of you. Part of me. Is inside of you, Brian.
Friday, October 3, 2008
October 3, 2008
Waitress
Jenna: I’m callin it “I Don’t Want Earl’s Baby Pie.”
Dawn: I don’t think we can write that on the menu board, hon.
Jenna: Then I’ll just call it “Bad Baby Pie.”
Jenna: I’m callin it “I Don’t Want Earl’s Baby Pie.”
Dawn: I don’t think we can write that on the menu board, hon.
Jenna: Then I’ll just call it “Bad Baby Pie.”
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
October 1, 2008
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time, by Mark Haddon
p. 121. Father: “And you know what that bloody dog was like after the operation. Bloody schizophrenic. Nice as pie one moment, roll over, tickle its stomach. Sink its teeth into your leg the next. …”
p. 121. Father: “And you know what that bloody dog was like after the operation. Bloody schizophrenic. Nice as pie one moment, roll over, tickle its stomach. Sink its teeth into your leg the next. …”
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