Frying Pan Quotes

“I know that eggs do well to stay out of frying pans.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms

“Fool me once, shame on you
fool me twice, shame on me
fool me thrice, I'm gonna get the frying pan!”
― Anthony Liccione

“I come home from work this evening
there was a note in the frying pan
said Fix Your Own Supper Babe
I Run Off With The Fuller Brush Man

Well I sat down at the table
screamed & hollered & cried
I commenced to carring on
'till I almost lost my mind

and I miss the way
she used to Yell At Me
the way she used to Cuss & Moan
and if I ever go out
and get married again
I'll never leave my wife
at home

The Frying Pan
Diamonds In The Rough
John Prine”
― John Prine

“I flow like a butter in the nailed pan I stole. I also kept the nail, to polish and use as a means of teleportation.”
― Will Advise, Nothing is here...

“You were sizzling, like sausages in a frying pan.”
― Kristina Adams, What Happens in New York

“Do you have a frying pan? Not Teflon, I hate that stuff. Cast iron? Or stainless steel?"
I found River an old cast iron pan in the cabinet by the sink. I put it on the stove, and I imagined, for a second, Freddie, young, wearing a pearl necklace and a hat that slouched off to one side, standing over that very pan and making an omelet after a late night spent dancing those crazy, cool dances they did back in her day.
"Brilliant," River said. He lit the gas stove and threw some butter in the pan. Then he cut four pieces of the baguette, rubbed them with a clove of garlic, and tore a hole out in each. He set the bread in the butter and cracked an egg onto the bread so it filled up the hole. The yolks of the eggs were a bright orange, which, according to Sunshine's dad, meant the chickens were as happy as a blue sky when they laid them.
"Eggs in a frame," River smiled at me.
When the eggs were done, but still runny, he put them on two plates, diced a tomato into little juicy squares, and piled them on top of the bread. The tomato had been grown a few miles outside of Echo, in some peaceful person's greenhouse, and it was red as sin and ripe as the noon sun. River sprinkled some sea salt over the tomatoes, and a little olive oil, and handed me a plate.
"It's so good, River. So very, very good. Where the hell did you learn to cook?" Olive oil and tomato juice were running down my chin and I couldn't have cared less.
"Honestly? My mother was a chef." River had the half smile on his crooked mouth, sly, sly, sly. "This is sort of a bruschetta, but with a fried egg. American, by way of Italy.”
― April Genevieve Tucholke, Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

“She didn't know much about real princesses except for in fairy tales, and books like #27: Legends from the Time of Knights. Gawain and Roland and his tower and the like. Princesses were often the points on which plots turned, the fulcrum that sped the hero along on his journey of becoming legendary, dead, or both. Sometimes the princesses were good-hearted and the knights fought valiantly for their honor. Sometimes they were evil and used witchy machinations to control the people around them, lacking any real power over their own lives.
But honestly Rapunzel didn't remember a whole lot about either kind. They were boring. She loved the swordsmanship of the knights and did her best to reenact it with broom handles and frying pans, dancing back and forth on her feet to evade imaginary blows.”
― Liz Braswell, What Once Was Mine