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"Wanta give me a little juice for the radar antenna, Astro?" called Roger from the radar deck. "In a minute, Manning, in a minute," growled Astro. "Only got two hands, you know." "You should learn to use your feet," quipped Roger. "Any normal Venusian can do just as much with his toes as he can with his fingers!"
Not a bit of it! If anything they were more cheerful, and quipped their mud-covered comrades on their appearance. We drew up at a ruined farm-house, which the Colonel told me used to be their headquarters, until the position was given away by spies. Then the Germans started shelling it until there was hardly a brick standing. Luckily none of the staff were killed.
By: Dr. Sam Vaknin The noted economist, Julian Simon, once quipped: "Because we can expect future generations to be richer than we are, no matter what we do about resources, asking us to refrain from using resources now so that future generations can have them later is like asking the poor to make gifts to the rich."
We both sensed that there was something out there beyond the surface world of reason. We both intended to do something about it. "What's the penguin doing on the tehlee?" he quipped, quoting from Monty Python. Green and grey scenes of Long Island sped by through the train's window frame. "The penguin on the tehlee," I squawked, "is about to blow up!" "Tickets, tickets," announced the conductor.
Tom explained the results of the test and the need for an added safeguard against hydrophone detection. "Think I see a simple way out, though," he added with a pleased chuckle. "Natch! With a brain like yours, it's a cinch," Bud quipped. "Explain, professor." "Well, we can never do away with the noise of a sub's propulsion machinery," Tom began. "That goes without saying.
Sometimes they laughed and quipped, and beheld everything from the comic point of view; anon, a sudden spirit of earnestness would pass from one to the other, and as the fading light hid their faces from view, tongues were set free, so that they talked of the things which mattered, the towering realities which lay at the heart of life!
"And all he's going to get for it is trouble," quipped Sid, who would not let any argument take away the pleasure he felt over winning the trials. "I'm going back to our ship and find out what happened to those feeders." "I'll come with you," volunteered Astro. "Just a minute, Astro," interrupted Strong. "I've been talking with Commander Walters.
"Even a pigeon can admire a shapely shape," Hanlon quipped as he disconnected. The young SS man was just finishing his report the next day when Admiral Newton walked into his hotel room. "Gosh, Dad, am I especially glad to see you this time!" his son enthused. "I need you to check this report." "Let's see what you've got."
Back on the night of July 26, 1952, four months before Adamski, a group of eight or ten, short, olive-skinned men with black wavy hair, had awakened him while he was asleep in a truck in the desert near Mormon Flats, Nevada. These little men, unlike Adamski's, spoke any language. "You name it," they'd quipped to Bethurum, "we speak it."
"The grass is most excellent," he teased, "the place is most excellent, and I am minded that Fortini has you for company this night." "'Twere better he were accompanied by a friend," I quipped. "And now your pardon, for I must go." But he blocked my path. "Whoever it be," he said, "let it be now." For the first time, with him, my anger began to rise. "You serve your master well," I sneered.
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