Oh, I love a good burger, I really do. With chips and a beer and ice cream afterwards.
I really love the karate thing I did on CHIPs. I studied with a trainer because I knew we’d do episodes that had karate.
As I get older every year, I’m eating better. As a kid, who can turn down chips and candy? But I’m getting better.
I don’t want anyone to get seriously hurt. But I do watch awards shows to critique the clothes while I sit around eating chips in my sweat pants and in hopes of seeing some hilarious accidental nudity.
Most of us aren’t defeated in one decisive battle. We are defeated one tiny, seemingly insignificant surrender at a time that chips away at who we should really be.
Soy sauce and seaweed go really well with potato chips.
My father loves Las Vegas, and he loves to play craps. Growing up, I’d find old Caesars Palace chips in his pocket that he forgot to cash out.
The must haves at a Super Bowl party are women, music and some chips and dips.
Reading a Lydia Davis story collection is like reaching into what you think is a bag of potato chips and pulling out something else entirely: a gherkin, a pepper corn, a truffle, a piece of beef jerky.
I love getting out of the Q train at Union Square. It’s such a mix of people, like a party. There’s always an errand you can do along there, whether it’s picking up contacts or buying poker chips.
A lot of my snacks are healthy. I love things like hummus, carrots, and celery, but I will never give up potato chips.
Well, capitalism is going to grow and grow. The nature of it is that the guy who has the most poker chips on the table has more leverage than everyone else. He can eventually outbluff everyone else and outraise everyone else at the table. That’s what has happened and it needs to be corrected.
Like most women, I have days where I feel like today I’m not leaving the house – you know days where you’ve got a spot on your nose or when you’ve just got off a flight, eaten fish and chips and feel really bloated – that one happens a lot to me.
When I was a kid, my parents ran a supermarket; I grew up in there and everything was free, it was like a wonderland. There were lollies and biscuits and chips, and I used to eat more of that than vegetables.
I was running an assembly line designed to build memory chips. I saw the microprocessor as a bloody nuisance.
There are two kinds of sculptures. There’s the kind that subtracts: Michelangelo starts with a block of marble and chips away. And then there is the kind that adds, building with clay, piling it on. The way I write novels is to keep piling on and piling on and piling on.
I’m normally a burger and chips girl – such a cheap date.
You know, I do music. If you look under the hood of the industry I’m in, it’s all based on technology. From radio to phonographs to CDs, it’s all technology. Microphones, reel-to-reels, cameras, editing, chips, it’s all technology.
I really miss Australia. I miss eating fish n’ chips, oh my God, and Australian pies and the wonderful corner shops.
I ate everything – a lot of pizza, bags of chips and boxes of cookies. Now I love chicken, that’s all I eat.
Before I found out what poker really was I had this picture in my mind of men smoking cigars and having all these chips and like going all macho and crazy. I don’t think there’s been that much done in the mainstream community to change that perspective.
I still miss my gramma. I can see her at the farm, in her apron, babushka and support stockings. My Slovak gramma spoiled us with pig in the blankets, kalachi, pop, chips and a drawer full of lollipops. It was heaven.
I don’t know why, but I think the eating of food is hugely enhanced when you do it on a train. Even a simple steak and chips, when the world is rushing past outside, can take you to heaven.
When the chips are down, life forces you to take inventory and reevaluate the people in your life.
The only thing I can do is tell the truth as I see it and let the chips fall where they may.
A product name has to be specific. You know that Tasty Soup is tasty – that Hot Chips will burn off the roof of your mouth.
I never rode a motorcycle before ‘CHiPs.’
My earliest food memory is being starving hungry after swimming. I think that’s quite common with children: the second you’re out of the water you want to have a Twix, a cup of tea and chips and salty stuff.
I think Shep Smith is probably the premier anchor/journalist of my generation. He’s terrific, and he does the news straight and let the chips fall where they may.
I wear the chips that I have on my shoulder with pride.
I won’t cook in deep fat. Years ago, I met a fireman who said most kitchen fires were caused by deep fat, and I don’t think that’s changed. Oven chips are good enough for my grandchildren, and they’re chuffed with that.
Dark chocolate, and salt and vinegar chips are my weakness – but not together.
Although computer chips now are thinner, they’re more powerful, they’re not as reliable. You’d harvest computer chips from the 1980s from all around the world because they’re reliable.
I was definitely one of those people who fell for the fat-free cookies and chips that are loaded with sugar and calories.
I grew up in Cincinnati, the birthplace of the creamiest and most delicious ice cream with the hugest chocolate chips. Graeter’s used to be available only regionally, but an extravagant thing you could do was overnight-ship six pints to another state, in dry ice.
At drama school, I was told, ‘Lay off the chips, or you’ll never play Juliet.’ Sometimes, in the stock room of the set of ‘Dinnerladies,’ I’d put away three or four Mars bars while waiting for a scene. Then, at 24, I lost five stone.
When I’m a little kid watching Chicago Bears games, hot salsa would be on the table and the first time I was like, ‘Ah, this is hot Dad, get mild salsa,’ and he was like: ‘Not in my house. We have real salsa. And if you can’t handle real salsa then you can just eat dry chips.’
There’s a deli around the corner from my office where I’d get a bag of chips with my sandwich, and I was hiding them under my sandwich because I was embarrassed. When I had this epiphany that I was hiding the potato chips from myself, I realized there was an opportunity there.
My will power has always been very strong. If I want something, I’ll get it. I’ve had no trouble keeping my head on my shoulders, nor do I have any chips on there.
If I designed a computer with 200 chips, I tried to design it with 150. And then I would try to design it with 100. I just tried to find every trick I could in life to design things real tiny.
I love takeaways. I have at least one or two every day. Burgers, chips, curries, doner kebabs, all sorts.
Stars make money on real movies. They make big money on real movies. To come into my world, I’ve got some M&Ms and some potato chips, and I’m asking you to move furniture.
Divorce is the cheapest thing in Pakistan. About 30 cents. Cheaper than fish and chips. I’ve had clients married to very rich men for 40 years, then turned out on the road with nothing.
I love cake. I love pie. I love potato chips. I love salt. I do not want yogurt, plain yogurt. It’s healthy. ‘Why don’t you like it?’ Because it tastes like bad breath.
Falling in love, romance, matters of the heart – when you fall in love, on some biochemical level you know there is a chance it won’t work out. It’s ingrained in us that if you take such an enormous risk on someone with your heart that it might not pay off. I gamble all my chips and I might actually lose everything.
I can’t see potato chips being popular where there’s not land to grow potatoes in or where frying in lots of oil isn’t easy or convenient.
The most evocative food smell is American seaside food – tuna melts and cookie dough ice cream, or the British version, fish and chips and toffee apples.
In tournament play, it’s generally advisable to avoid risking large sums of chips in coin flip situations, like pocket sixes versus A-K. After all, the pocket pair is only a very slight heads-up favorite.
People who say, ‘Let the chips fall where they may,’ usually figure they will not be hit by a chip.
Our chips keep getting faster, and our data rates keep climbing, but at the end of the day – or worse, by mid-afternoon – those power meters on our screens inevitably turn to red.
We believe that one day Emotion AI will be ubiquitous, embedded on chips in our devices, ingrained into technology we use every day at home and at work.
Anytime there was an award show, it was a ritual where me and my mom would sit around and watch with my friends. We would make desserts and buy chips and popcorn and see what our favorite performances of the night were.
There were a lot of publishers that I loved, so the book went to auction. An auction is where you sit nervously by your phone and eat potato chips for two days waiting for your agent to text you numbers of the highest bid for each round. I ultimately went with Dervla Kelly at Rodale Books.
I was a fussy eater when I was young and a lot of the time my parents weren’t there because they were always working. So I’d just eat lollies and biscuits and chips. That’s kind of where I got the taste for the sweet fix.
I could just have chips and salsa for dinner every day.
I get superstitious. I always have to have some form of potato, either chips or mashed potato or roast potatoes on a show day.
