“Sundance [festival] is all your Hollywood buds and buddies and rolling out and high-fiving and "Hell, yeah. Here comes the movie," and in Venice, it's very elegant, and respectful...It's decadence. It's such a fun way to formalize a movie that is for us a down-and-dirty, gritty movie. And to see it with the red carpet, and rolling up in a Maserati.” WayFunHellRedHollywoodDown AndYeahDirtyRollingElegantFestivalsCarpetBuddyRespectfulBudVeniceRed CarpetDecadenceSundanceRolling UpHell YeahMaserati Author:David Gordon Green
“"Yeah, well, if you eat red meat, it stays in your colon for fifteen years!" Good! I paid for it; I want it in my ass, okay? I want them to find a meat sweater from my esophagus to my asshole when they open me up in the end! "This guy's covered in meat! He's Meat-Man! He's Meat-Tracheotomy-Man!"” IfsMenWantYearsWellsEndsHumorFunnyGuyRedOkayPaidYeahAssMeatCoveredFifteenThis GuySweatersFifteen YearsRed Meat Author:Denis Leary
“Every now and again I just really have to have that steak or lamb chop. But yeah, B.C. - before cancer - I would eat red meat probably three or four times a week, easily. I am convinced that the amount of red meat I contributed to it.” ThreeFourWeekAmountRedYeahCancerConvincedMeatLambsSteakRed Meat Author:Robin Roberts
“I try not to think retrospectively. It's important, as an artist, to look forward, always. I do try to take work that involves some challenge. If you approach a piece of work and you're going, "Yeah, yeah, I can do that," then that's kind of a red flag.” IfsThinkingTryingLooksKindI CanImportantArtistCan DoChallengesPiecesApproachRedYeahFlagsRed Flags Author:Cillian Murphy
“Yeah, letting go - even just musically, aside from emotionally - I find that quite challenging. Knowing the right time for letting go of my album, for instance, was a really big challenge. Knowing when to put the red flags up and say, "It's done..." And also, emotionally, with relationships.” DoneBigsChallengesKnowingLetting GoRedYeahAlbumsInstanceFlagsRight TimeBig ChallengesRed Flags Author:Kimbra
“A few years ago, when I was writing songs for my first album, I was staying with Michael Feinstein as I often did. I was working on a pilot. My grandma was very sick at the time. She died of complications from alcoholism. She always used to say [in his grandma's voice], "Red wine is good for my heart. That's what my doctor said." And we'd say, "Yeah, but not for breakfast." Unfortunately, it was the thing that killed her. I felt inspired to write a song about her and what that meant for her life and for all of us. I was writing it in Michael's house.” WritingYearsFirstsHeartSaidUsedSongHouseFeltVoiceMy HeartRedYears AgoDoctorsSickDiedYeahWineInspiredAlbumsStayingBreakfastPilotsAlcoholismGrandmaWriting SongsComplicationMy GrandmaRed Wine Author:Cheyenne Jackson
“Well, I certainly don't," said Percy sanctimoniously. "I shudder to think what the state of my in-tray would be if I was away from work for five days." "Yeah, someone might slip dragon dung in it again, eh, Perce?" said Fred. "That was a sample of fertilizer from Norway!" said Percy, going very red in the face. "It was nothing personal!" "It was," Fred whispered to Harry as they got up from the table. "We sent it.” IfsThinkingWellsSaidStatesMightWould BeFacesFiveRedYeahTablesDragonsSlipsSampleNorwayFertilizerTraysHarry Potter SeriesFunny Harry PotterFred And George Book:Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Source: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
“This is a, uh, friendship ring right?” “Yeah, don’t worry. If I propose, you’ll know it. For one thing, I’ll be hyperventilating.” A sly smile—surprisingly sexy—turned up his lips. “And it’ll be a ruby.” “Rubies? No diamonds? Too expensive for the old writer’s salary, huh?” He made a disparaging grunt at that. “No, I just think diamonds are common, that’s all. If I get married, it’ll be because something uncommon is occurring. Besides, you wear a lot of red, right? I know how important it is for your accessories to match.” IfsThinkingKnowsMadeImportantCommonWorryKnow HowOne ThingMarriedRedYeahLipsSexyRingsExpensiveDiamondSalaryProposeUncommonAccessoriesSlyRubiesGruntSuccubusDisparaging Author:Richelle Mead
“Do you know where Jason is?” she asked Dmitri when they exited the morgue. Dmitri pressed the car remote to unlock the flame red Ferrari parked in the employees-only lot. “Tired of your Bluebell already?” A tendril of champagne circled around her senses, cut with something far harder. Never had she felt that harsh edge in Dmitri’s scent. She pitied the woman he took to his bed today. “Yeah, that’s it. I’m building a harem.” KnowsTodayFeltCuttingCarBuildingBedRedHarderYeahTiredEdgesSensesFlamesEmployeeDo You KnowHarshScentChampagneJasonFerrariHaremBluebellsMorgues Book:Nalini Singh: Guild Hunters Novels 1-4 Source: Nalini Singh: Guild Hunters Novels 1-4
“I smashed his hand as hard as I could with the Wiffle bat. "Ow!" he screamed. Carson was rubbing his red palm, inspecting it for damage. "That hurt," he shrieked. "You really hurt me." "Right back at you," I said. "Good-bye Carson." He frowned, massaging his hand, the big baby. "I just wanted to end this nicely." "Yeah?" I cocked the bat up to hit him again. "Well, this time you don't get what you want.” WantWellsSaidEndsHardHandsBigsWantedHurtBabyRedYeahWhat You WantDamageBatsPalmsByeHurt MeGood Bye Author:Rachel Vail
“On the other hand, she never looked as -big- as she did at that moment. "What?" Rose demanded, glaring up at him. The warning signal flashed bright red in Kane's head. Telling a woman she was as big as a beach ball wouldn't win any points. How did one describe how she looked? A basketball? Volleyball? He studied her furious little face. Yeah. He was in big trouble no matter what he said. Description was out of the question. He needed diplomacy, something that flew out of the window when he was near her and she said the words like contractions.” LittlesSaidMatterMomentsHandsBigsFacesWinningTroubleNeededBasketballRedWindowBallsNo Matter WhatYeahRoseBeachDescriptionThat MomentWarningSignalsDiplomacyFlewVolleyballFuriousContractions Author:Christine Feehan
“does you costume involve leather?" she'd asked. and he'd said, "Actually, yeah, it might." it really did. it involved a leather dog collar, leather pants and a leash, and the leash was held by Ysandre, who was in skintight red rubber, from neck to knee high boots. she'd topped it off with a pair of devil horns and a red tridant. she'd made Shane her dog, complete with furry dog mask. ***"Breathe," Myrnin said. "I'm not much for it myself, but i hear it's quite good for humans."***” HumansDoeMadeSaidMightDogInvolvedDevilRedYeahBreatheKneesNecksMaskPairsPantsBootsCostumesHornsLeatherCollarsRubberShaneLeashesMyrninFurryLeather Pants Author:Rachel Caine
“As we drove uptown, I spotted a Kmart on a corner,with its familiar red sign.I cleared my throat."Wait. Can we stop for a minute?" "What for?" "Just - I need a few things." He looked irritated, but pulled into a metered space. "We don't really have time to go shopping." I glared at him."yeah, excuse me for being so frivolous. You have your suitcase all packed already; I dont even have clean underwear.I'll be right back.” NeedsWaitingSpaceMinutesRedYeahCleanExcuseCornersFamiliarThroatShoppingUnderwearFrivolousIrritatedExcuse MeSuitcasesUptownKmartClean Underwear Book:Angel: The Angel Trilogy Source: Angel: The Angel Trilogy
“They sped by a pack of sea lions lounging on the docks, and she swore she saw an old homeless guy sitting among them. From across the water the old man pointed a bony finger at Percy and mouthed something like 'Don't even think about it.' "Did you see that?" Hazel asked. Percy's face was red in the sunset. "Yeah. I've been here before. I...I don't know. I think I was looking for my girlfriend." "Annabeth," Frank said. "You mean, on your way to Camp Jupiter?" Percy frowned. "No. Before that.” ThinkingKnowsMenWayMeanSaidFacesGuyWaterSawsSeaSittingRedYeahFingersGirlfriendSunsetOld ManLionsCampsFrankPacksHomelessMy GirlfriendAnnabethJupiterDocksSpedLounging Author:Rick Riordan
“You both passed out,” Percy said. “I don’t know why, but Ella told me not to worry about it. She said you were…sharing?” “Sharing,” Ella agreed. She crouched in the stern, preening her wing feathers with her teeth, which didn’t look like a very effective form of personal hygiene. She spit out some red fluff. “Sharing is good. No more blackouts. Biggest American blackout, August 14, 2003. Hazel shared. No more blackouts.” Percy scratched his head. “Yeah…we’ve been having conversations like that all night. I still don’t know what she’s talking about.” KnowsLooksSaidStillsFormNightTalkingWorryConversationRedYeahWingsTeethFeathersAll NightSpitAugustHygieneFluffBlackoutsPersonal Hygiene Author:Rick Riordan