| "I could shout...but i'm not going to." "I'm quite...aaaaaangry." "Well...hmmmm...yeah, actually...hmmm, yeah, ok, if you like." "I love you you cuddly fluffy bear, i want to drown in the scent of your hair. Your eyes sparkle, enhancing my life, please cutie pie, be my wife." *cheesey poem* "I mean...obviously...i've got relatives in Brighton..." "Gemma...you ...you...evil...conieving, cunning....obnoxious...devilish...repulsive...sadistic...little urchin." *after she took a picture of him* "In the two years i've taught you...i don't think i've ever got angry. I think i'm about to." "Jem and Scout...iiiiiiiii wouldn't...are quite naive at times." "Heather...whats that....dead thing in your hair?It looks like something...left over from christmas." "If Cheryl ever says she's feeling slightly sadistic...i'd run...because her idea of slightly sadistic is digging up corpses and mutilating them. Whereas...mine would be...a slight smack on the arm." "This poem uses those...line...slash....dash...whatever...strokes." "There are times when i swear...quite alot. This...was one of them." "You should skive off for a day like i did in my day and go and read 'To Kill a Mockingbird' on Brighton beach." "Well i could use the patronising phrase 'big boy' i suppose." "And Jem...erm...i've just realised what's fallen out of my pocket...*about 10 seconds later* no, ...not condoms...i found them in my cupboard." "Well..here, Atticus, sortalike...kindalike, Atticus sortalike....is sort of like...erm...well Atticus, dry...sortalike dry...is dry sortalike he was....erm...like....Atticus speaks quite... well...dryly." "It's all about SIIIMON....Simon Finch." "If you want mickey mouse time...then you shouldn't be here." "Year eleven...just don't try me this afternoon...because im just not in the mood actually." "This is actually one of those times when i could go on for quite awhile...i think i might." "It's kindalike a....motif. The motif is sortalike...m-o-t-i-f." "I think...yeah, i think i'd....sortalike....yeah...i'd quite like you to be quiet." "About...how....all round ...erm......effective they were...that didn't make any sense at all...*laughs nervously*...erm...sorry." "OOoooo evocative." " When i first saw this poem, i immediately thought....well, ...sortalike the removal of the "o's" in "nt. fr. lng" ...is...sortalike...the removal of oxygen...with sortalike...pollution taking over, obviously." " Yeah, i suppose its like....when i was young...yeah, when i was sortalike younger even, and i lived on the Isle of Wight...and there were these...barrow things that you couldn't touch." "That sortalike corny image....of a rabbit nibbling a coltsfoot leaf." "I have called him a he because....he is male." "Draw a sort-of....line, underneath that." *Girl enters* "Sir, have you got a rubber?" Avis: "no..." *Girl exits* Avis: "Well...i could have given her an actual rubber...." "You've got to write about how interesting the poem is..is it....sortalike interesting to write about your grandmother....erm, no." |
| Simon Avis |
| Indeedy- you all knew it was coming. In fact, it was silly of me not to start up a seperate Avis quotes page along with the Lynch one initially....but thats me...always making things complicated. Aaaaanyway....acting on Matt's suggestion that i actually do so, i set up this page. Happy reading! |
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