Bones
(Their psychiatrist accuses Booth and Brennan of an inability to talk about non-work topics)
Brennan: After a case, sometimes we have a drink … or coffee … Booth has pie; I don’t like pie.
Booth: You really should just give it a chance.
Brennan: I find it too sweet.
Booth: There! We talked about pie. Nothing to do with work.
Brennan: It is better when we discuss murder.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Saturday, April 19, 2008
April 19, 2008
Gilmore Girls
Lorelai: In my hand, ladies and gentlemen, sits the true advantage of dating a diner owner. I am never more than ten steps away from pie.
Lorelai: In my hand, ladies and gentlemen, sits the true advantage of dating a diner owner. I am never more than ten steps away from pie.
Friday, April 18, 2008
April 18, 2008
Northern Exposure
Shelly: Did you see the look on his face last night?
Ruth-Anne: Who’s that, dear?
Shelly: The man in the moon. Just starin’ down as big as an apple pie.
Shelly: Did you see the look on his face last night?
Ruth-Anne: Who’s that, dear?
Shelly: The man in the moon. Just starin’ down as big as an apple pie.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
April 16, 2008
Special Topics in Calamity Physics, by Marisha Pessl
p. 480: I had no desire to end up in a Foster Home, the Castle in the Sky of which was to be supervised by a pair of retirees named Bill and Bertha, who wielded their Bibles like handguns, asked me to call them “Mamaw” and “Papaw” and got tickled pink every time they stuffed me, their brand-new turkey, with all the fixins (biscuits, poke salad and possum pie).
p. 480: I had no desire to end up in a Foster Home, the Castle in the Sky of which was to be supervised by a pair of retirees named Bill and Bertha, who wielded their Bibles like handguns, asked me to call them “Mamaw” and “Papaw” and got tickled pink every time they stuffed me, their brand-new turkey, with all the fixins (biscuits, poke salad and possum pie).
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
April 15, 2008 -- Happy Tax Day! Spend your refund on pie!
The Simpsons
Marge (singing a song about thrift): When you spy a quarter in a pie …
Marge (singing a song about thrift): When you spy a quarter in a pie …
Monday, April 14, 2008
April 14, 2008
The Office (British)
Tim: You gotta look at the whole pie … vis a vis my current life situation.
Dawn: Vis a … hmm … pie!
Tim: You gotta look at the whole pie … vis a vis my current life situation.
Dawn: Vis a … hmm … pie!
Sunday, April 13, 2008
April 13, 2008
Pushing Daisies
Olive: Every day, I come in, I pick a pie, I concentrate all my love on that pie.
Olive: Every day, I come in, I pick a pie, I concentrate all my love on that pie.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
April 12, 2008
Ted Allen (on why lesbians don’t have time for comedy): They’ve gotta write a manifesto, cook a vegan pie …
Friday, April 11, 2008
April 11, 2008
Andy Richter Controls the Universe
Andy (referring to a colleague who had a heart attack): We had a contest to see who could do the most push-ups – and the prize was pie.
Andy (referring to a colleague who had a heart attack): We had a contest to see who could do the most push-ups – and the prize was pie.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
April 9, 2008
The Dark Tower, by Stephen King
Something about how too many eyes spoil the pie, maybe? No. That saying, which he’d heard from Susannah, was about cooks and broth.
Something about how too many eyes spoil the pie, maybe? No. That saying, which he’d heard from Susannah, was about cooks and broth.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
April 8, 2008
How I Got Into College
Arcadia Bible Academy recruiter: Welcome to the Arcadia Bible Academy! Last night, Jesus Christ came down to me in a vision on a flaming pie. He said, I want … what’s your name?
Arcadia Bible Academy recruiter: Welcome to the Arcadia Bible Academy! Last night, Jesus Christ came down to me in a vision on a flaming pie. He said, I want … what’s your name?
Monday, April 7, 2008
April 7, 2008
Candice Knight: I once knew a guy called Pie. I don’t know why. But it was like, “hey there, Pie.”
Sunday, April 6, 2008
April 6, 2008
My Name Is Earl
Earl: There was no end to what we could do. We were finally livin’ in a world of free pie.
Earl: There was no end to what we could do. We were finally livin’ in a world of free pie.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
April 5, 2008
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Spike: Can you fix ‘em?
Willow: Crack a government encryption code on my laptop? Easy as really difficult pie.
Spike: Can you fix ‘em?
Willow: Crack a government encryption code on my laptop? Easy as really difficult pie.
Friday, April 4, 2008
April 4, 2008
The Simpsons
Apu: What will it be, Mr. Simpson? Your usual bucket of ice cream covered in miniature pies?
Apu: What will it be, Mr. Simpson? Your usual bucket of ice cream covered in miniature pies?
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
April 2, 2008
The Little Friend, by Donna Tartt
p. 191: From the ages of four to seven, Pemberton had eaten no food but chocolate pie: moreover (it was stressed, grimly) a special kind of chocolate pie, which called for condensed milk and all sorts of costly ingredients … the aunts still talked about an occasion when Pem – a guest of Robin’s – had refused lunch at Libby’s house, beating on the table with his fists (“like King Henry the Eighth”) demanding chocolate pie. (“Can you imagine? ‘Mama gives me chocolate pie.’)
p. 191: From the ages of four to seven, Pemberton had eaten no food but chocolate pie: moreover (it was stressed, grimly) a special kind of chocolate pie, which called for condensed milk and all sorts of costly ingredients … the aunts still talked about an occasion when Pem – a guest of Robin’s – had refused lunch at Libby’s house, beating on the table with his fists (“like King Henry the Eighth”) demanding chocolate pie. (“Can you imagine? ‘Mama gives me chocolate pie.’)
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
April 1, 2008
Calvin Trillin:
When it came to poetry, my father was not an absolutist. Pie was his favorite subject for a couplet, but every three or four weeks he would write about something else—perhaps a couplet like
“’Eat your food,’ gently said Mom to little son Roddy.
‘If you don’t, I will break every bone in your body.’”
The next day he would be back to pies --
“Mrs. Trillin’s pecan pie, so nutritious and delicious
Will make a wild man mild and a mild man vicious.”
When it came to poetry, my father was not an absolutist. Pie was his favorite subject for a couplet, but every three or four weeks he would write about something else—perhaps a couplet like
“’Eat your food,’ gently said Mom to little son Roddy.
‘If you don’t, I will break every bone in your body.’”
The next day he would be back to pies --
“Mrs. Trillin’s pecan pie, so nutritious and delicious
Will make a wild man mild and a mild man vicious.”
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