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Frances is a diamond, passed from filthy paw to paw but never diminished. The men who handle her can leave no mark because her worth is far above them. (page 361)
Nina, little red bird. Don't go.
Laurie's going to have a mighty easy life all right.
Annie Laurie McShane! She'll never have the hard times we had, will she?
No. And she'll never have the fun we had, either.
"Gosh! We did have fun, didn't we, Neeley?"
Yeah!
Poor Laurie, said Francie pityingly.
Jenny? Just as I was considering
StocktontoMalone
My little Jasnah, insufferable and wonderful.
Hazel Grace, I love it when you talk medical to me.
Brianna! I wouldn't feed that nasty sandwich to my WORST ENEMY!" And by worst enemy, I meant people like . . . well, you know . . . MACKENZIE HOLLISTER !! Although,
Letitia! What a name. Halfway between a salad and a sneeze.
It's so French to be a cat person.
My name is Louie, but they call me Tony!
Aunt Hilda,' Violet
How's Uncle Louis today?" "Who?" "And Aunt Maude?
Looks like Kelsey wins the award for early riser. And doesn't she look purtier than a pat of butter meltin' all over a stack of griddle cakes?
closed behind Anne
I will tell you what Jeanne was like. She was like a piano in a country where everyone has had their hands cut off.
Antoine, you have a phone call." Chef Fanelli
It's a funny thing, but it's often overlooked that I'm a huge devout lover of French cooking. I have the utmost respect for them, though they have lost their respect for me because they think the way I cook is nutty.
Hello? I said, because Charley's House of Pasties seemed wrong.
psychologist Timothy
I walk up right behind Frannie, where she's sitting near the door, in time to hear her say, "You know what, Tay? Go to Hell," and I smile, because I think it's cute that she's inviting her friends along.
I'm not a Frenchie, I'm a Belgie!
"Croissant": However you choose to pronounce it at home, it is perhaps worth nothing that outside the United States, the closer you can come to saying "kwass-ohn," the sooner you can expect to be presented with one.
chickaree coffee.
Colleen do you like doing this to your fans i cant even eat peanut butter in peace without thinking of Ren loves peanut butter. If i see white or black or hear forests and monkeys and waterfalls I go nuts!!!!!!
Shirley! Don't call me Shirley!
You know why the French hate us so much? Thay gave us the croissant. And you know what we did with it? We turned it into our croissandwich, thank you very much.
-Fiona, this is my mate, Frank Begbie. Or Franco. Or Beggars. Or the Beggar Boy. Or the Generalissmo. Or Psychotic Bullying Prick.
The elder Miss Larkin
Tracy: Stop eating people's old french fries, little pigeon. Have some self-respect. Don't you know you can fly?
Molly was a helluva nice girl, but her fried eggs looked like broiled assholes.
Madeline Reynolds
Jacques wants a pancake shaped like Mozart's Symphony No. 40! In G minor!
Never marry a girl named 'Marie' who used to be known as 'Murray'.
Auntie Anne's is a modern-day business miracle that never should have happened.
Hello, Gallagher Girl
--Zack
My name is Mike. Instantly forgettable. Unlike Heather. What a breathless little name that is.
He talks a lot, but he talks about cars and golf and keeping fit. Fran likes trivia, but she's more interested in female trivia than male. Teresa
If I were not French I would choose to be - Scotch.
My mother likes what I cook, but doesn't think it's French. My wife is Puerto Rican and Cuban, so I eat rice and beans. We have a place in Mexico, but people think I'm the quintessential French chef.
This man is frank and earnest with women. In Fresno, he's Frank and in Chicago he's Ernest.
the bakery attack.
Carolyn Heilbrun's
I tell people my breasts were made in Normandy from butter and creme fraiche.
I don't think anything of Laura Frank. You heard me - Laura Frank. Not Lawrence. Laura ... It's not that I blame him, I just wish he'd go to a manly tactic and just fight me. Don't whine. When he whines, that's when I change his name of Lawrence Frank.
Anne of Windy Poplars
Rilla," Raoul said, and at the sound of my childhood nickname, my heart gave a pang. "Don't I have the right to claim what is mine?"
"Of course you do," I said ... "But surely not at any cost.
She's a serial kisser. I think her parents are French.
Runny's Nicpic
One day Runny Babbit
Met little Franny Fog.
He said, "Let's have a nicpic
Down by the lollow hog."
He brought some cutter bookies,
Some teanuts and some pea.
And what did Franny Fog bring?
Her whole fog framily.
Before Dwayne entered his inner office, he read one of many comical signs which Francine had put up on the wall in order to amuse people, to remind them of what they so easily forgot: that people didn't have to be serious all the time.
Love always, Charlie
My name is Patrick Fitzgerald ... I like to tear the tops off small animals.
Gilly Gilleshpee
Dear Diary:
I have a confession to make: I've become a total idiot over French pastries.
They're my new favorite food.
My new-found edible souvenir.
My new favorite sin.
Dunkin Donuts is so yesterday.
panchitos, blacks,
Louis's favorite restaurant is Pizza Hut, "because of the Cookie Dough desert
It is the wee hours of the morning, ma petite. The room service menu is somewhat limited. Jason has donated blood twice to me tonight; he needed protein." Jean-Claude smiled. "It was either take-out, or he could eat Larry. I thought you'd prefer take-out.
Donna was an enigma wrapped in bacon wrapped in a crescent roll.
Once Charles arrived, Franny would start laughing the way she had when she was twenty-four, and the rest of them could start setting one another on fire for all she cared. That's what best friends did: ruin people for everyone else.
No Fletcher. Wake up, boy. Those are the flames of Hell. Dermont dropped out of school, so that's where he's headed. See the little horns? -Ms. Quinn
Fifteen years ago, France was the promised land of cooking. So I looked at a map, found five restaurants and faxed them to ask for a job. Within five minutes, I got a reply from the then three- star Le Jardin des Sens in Montpellier.
neighborhood - his name's pronounced 'Kirry,' but it's spelt 'C-i-r-e.'
That's got to be Nix," Benny said as he pulled the door open. "Hey, sweetie ... "
Morgie Mitchell and Lou Chong stood on the black porch.
"Um," said Chong, "hello to you, too, sugar lumps.
Uncle Monty tell
Gilbert?
Some days I hate all those who know my name.
Kerry Gold Irish butter.
I love French stuff. Mmmm, french fries.
up mimosas and croissants at Billy's. No, no. In the Lowcountry it's got gravy on it - the
Pirate Frank. Walks the Plank.
Abby. She's a pigeon. A demonic pigeon that fucks with my head so bad I can't think straight. Nothing makes sense anymore, Cam. Every rule I've ever made's getting broken one by one. I'm a pussy. No ... worse. I'm Shep.
Elvis is in the kitchen and he's making eggs Benedict!
In the eighth American-educational grade, Bruce Green fell dreadfully in love with a classmate who had the unlikely name of Mildred Bonk. The name was unlikely because if ever an eighth-grader looked like a Daphne Christianson or a Kimberly St.-Simone or something like that, it was Mildred Bonk.
I hear Dylan rummaging around in the cupboards. "You want a jelly doughnut?It's the only breakfast food I've got."
"No time!I'll just snort the powdered sugar off the top."
"Bad joke, considering who I used to go out with.
It took Sydney Pollack a long time to get me to do Tootsie. I asked myself if I wanted to play some frothy, ditzy character after I had just done Frances. Obviously, I'm thrilled that I did.
Noel [Charles, husband] and I love cooking. He does his cooking and I do mine. I'm the traditional English cook, with a twist now and then. Because I was married to an Italian, I'm also pretty good at Italian food. Noel, he can cook anything, so can Julian.
Vianne had been improvising recipes for years, and people, to her mind, were not that much different than food. Both were highly predictable if you paid attention. First,
I apologize for Pam. I accidentally hit her in the head with a baseball when we were in fifth grade and knocked her out cold. She's never been right since. (Tory)
I'm a fiend when it comes to good pastry, and the French make the best as far as I'm concerned.
His momma said, Donovan why are you, on the corner of linden and guy R. Brewer?
And Clare, always Clare.
But if you call me Anne, please call me Anne with an 'e'.
I was just slipping my pajama top over my head when I heard Ren bellow, YOU ate ALL of my peanut ... butter ... COOKIES?
That Gilbert of yours is a darling, Anne,
Hey what's your name"
"Candi." She's hesitant, like that beaten dog Jade mentioned. "Candi Woodward."
"I'm Ayla Monroe."
She laughs uneasily. "I know."
"Out, Candi Cane," Jane orders.
Clare. Give me a reason to stay.
Proud parents to two children
Grandparents to five more
Who visit the "Harper Bakery"
It's Gran's cooking they all adore
You'll be reading the breakfast menu without me before you know it.
Hmm, maybe I don't want to learn French
It was Simone who used to say, on her better days, "Don't worry, little one, none of this will leave a scratch.
Florence Nightendick
Saint Claire, the patron saint of the kick-me sign.
Did you just call me BEATRICE?
Katniss. I remember about the bread.
She thinks my name is Freddie, you know, but of course it ain't. I
always tell these people some name like that, because if they got onto
your right name they might use it sometime. Understand?
It's a good life, Hazel Grace.
Without Laura here, food is the only thing I love that loves me back.
I like eggs. My favorite way of cooking eggs is old school French.
I am Parisian. I don't love the French.
My dad gave me a present once,' Nico said. 'It was a zombie.'
Reyna stared at him. 'What?'
'His name is Jules-Albert. He's French.'
'A ... French zombie?
Hmm...which one of us has leprosy?."
"Both of us. Jill I'm a newspaperman.
He works at the kennel with Nana," Ben piped up. "And I think him and Mom are dating."
At that, a stillness fell over a throng of admirers, punctuated by a few uncomfortable coughs.