Then He Ate My Boy Entrancers Quotes

“You make me laugh like a loon on loon tablets!”
― Louise Rennison, Then He Ate My Boy Entrancers

“What if you were really meant to be with someone? But you kept messing about and having the Horn and so on and you lost them.”
― Louise Rennison, Then He Ate My Boy Entrancers

“Gingee, Gingee, it's meeeeeeeeeeee!!!'
I could hear her panting up the stairs to my room. She kicked open my bedroom door and ran from the door and leapt onto the bed, covering me with kisses.
'I LOBE you, my big big sister.'
I couldn't get her off me.
'Libby, just let me...'
'Kissy kissy kiss, snoggy snog.'
'That's enough, now let me...'
'Mmmmmm, groovy baby.'
What is she talking about? She is supposed to be in kindergarten to learn how to grow up, not turn into an even madder person.
Then she stood up on the bed and starting thrusting her hips out and singing her favorite:
'Sex bum sex bum I am a sex bum.'
Quite spectacularly mad.”
― Louise Rennison, Then He Ate My Boy Entrancers

“There he is, tall, tanned, Italian, sophisticated. So what do you do?"

I said, "Er, leap on him and snog him within an inch of his life? Taking care not to strangle myself on his false beard, or disturb his banana.”
― Louise Rennison, Then He Ate My Boy Entrancers

“Tom is back on a flight at 6:15 P.M. That is 6:15. Do you get it? Not 6:00 P.M. but 6:15 P.M. And do you know how many minutes that is? I do. I have also become a Time Lord.”
― Louise Rennison, Then He Ate My Boy Entrancers

“You STUPID stupid girl. Honestly, you have done some stupid stupid things in your time, but this takes the biscuit of stupidity.”
― Louise Rennison, Then He Ate My Boy Entrancers

“twenty minutes later, waiting for our luggage

I haven't seen anyone who hasn't got a moustache yet.
And frankly that is not attractive in a woman.”
― Louise Rennison, Then He Ate My Boy Entrancers

“Who knows what goes on in my mind? I will be the last to know. Even”
― Louise Rennison, "...Then He Ate My Boy Entrancers"

“Dad says that Elvis Presley lived in Memphis and was a musician (not that you would know that from the crap songs that Dad sings). Anyway, he was a musician and Masimo is a musician, ergo Memphis must be somewhere that musicians hang out.”
― Louise Rennison, Then He Ate My Boy Entrancers

“Better start planning my wardrobe for the Luuurve trail. What do the Hamburgese wear?
Cowboy hats, I suppose.”
― Louise Rennison, Then He Ate My Boy Entrancers

“Bon voyage and also Bon Jovi. See you in the next life, don’t be late.”
― Louise Rennison, "...Then He Ate My Boy Entrancers"

“You have to catch a Greyhound.” “Jas, I am not riding a dog all the way to New York.”
― Louise Rennison, "...Then He Ate My Boy Entrancers"

“Jas’s dad actually said something when he dropped her off. He said, “Take care, my little love. Have a great time.” And then he said this really really touching thing to Jas that nearly made me weep. He said, “Here’s a bit of extra cash, get something nice.”
― Louise Rennison, "...Then He Ate My Boy Entrancers"

“As they all snuggled comfortably into my bed the phone rang downstairs and Dad answered it. Vati yelled up: “Georgia, quickly, one of your mates wants to talk rubbish with you for an hour or two on her father’s phone.”
― Louise Rennison, "...Then He Ate My Boy Entrancers"

“We are going to Hamburger-a-gogo land! Honestly. And guess who is there already? Besides a lot of people in huge psychedelic shorts and that bloke who is half chicken, half colonel.”
― Louise Rennison, "...Then He Ate My Boy Entrancers"

“I had to rush back into my bedroom because Mum suddenly came out of the room to the kitchen and shouted up to me: "Georgia, I know you are at the top of the stairs. Come down – you have a visitor and your father wants to speak to you."
My father?
Wants to speak to me?
I have a visitor?
It's like Blithering Heights. If Masimo is dressed in tight breeches and wearing a cravat I will truly go mad.”
― Louise Rennison, Then He Ate My Boy Entrancers

“english
So much to say, so little time.
Miss Wilson kept interrupting our chat with her so-called love of Shakespeare. For
goodness’ sake. Hers is not the love that dares not speak its name, hers is the love that bangs on and on about Billy. It’s all “What ho, my lord” and “Oh look, here comes MacBeth talking total bollocks.”
― Louise Rennison, Then He Ate My Boy Entrancers