Top 30 Ribs Quotes

I broke ribs three different times.

I grill all the time – burgers, ribs, chicken, steak, and fish.

I will tell you this much. God himself comes down with his ribs from Heaven, and he distributes them to the TGI Friday’s. And that’s how they get them.

I was always shocked when I went to the doctor’s office and they did my X-ray and didn’t find that I had eight more ribs than I should have or that my blood was the color green.

Short ribs in the middle of a hamburger? That was pretty groundbreaking.

I grew up in Doraville, Georgia and I ate barbecued ribs and chicken fried steak, and all kinds of cheesy grits, you know, and I never even thought twice about it.

I should get a few ribs taken out, because I’ll be in a corset for the rest of my life.

I know my husband really loves me because he takes me to have ribs. He says I’m the only girl he ever took out who actually ate anything on her plate, as opposed to pushing it around.

I don’t cook ribs in my own home. I let my dad cook the ribs. He’s from St. Louis, Missouri. I like to use a grill, but that’s my dad’s domain.

I’ve broken my nose, I’ve broken ribs. You name it. In fact, we just got back from South America, and I fell over a monitor speaker on the stage and almost ended up in the front row of the audience. I managed to sprain my wrist on that one but luckily nothing was broken.

Pacquiao has been stopped a ‘couple of times by body shots and has been knocked out and I don’t think there’s anything you can do to improve your ribs or chin.

Rumors, stories… I’m used to them. I got my ribs removed, I was on ‘The Wonder Years’… You know there’s a different story every day.

After Richmond, we went to Dover and tested that week at Kentucky. I was going to Dover and we had to get the trainer to meet us at the airport. I had to do some therapy on my ribs they hurt so bad.

Ringside seats mean you hear the breaking of ribs, the splattered cartilage of what was once the boxer’s nose, the dislocation of the jaw, the horrifying ‘ugggh’ that the boxer utters milliseconds after receiving a crushing left hook to the solar plexus or kidneys or head.

There’s a couple of foods that if you see me eat them in a contest, you can tell I like them. Grilled cheese sandwiches, chicken wings, ribs, hot dogs, hamburgers, pizza. I mean, those, they go down like I was made to eat them.

There’s nothing you can do about busted ribs. You just have to wait for them to pop back into place again.

I’ve kind of banned myself from motorcycles. I’ve had broken ribs, broken shoulder, wrists, leg, broken collarbone – and it was all from motocross or rugby. All of my injuries have come from outside of sailing.

Opening a family-style restaurant with comfort food like mac ‘n’ cheese, ribs and burgers has always been my dream.

I heard that I have three ribs, that I have more surgeries than Cher – whatever they say, they say; I know who I am.

When I’m on the road traveling, the things I miss most are my two children and barbecuing with friends. Rack of ribs, lamb and veal are my specialties.

Bread pudding makes me weak. I have been known to be moved to tears by cookies and ice cream, and ribs are a spiritual experience for me.

I have Bob Dylan lyrics on my ribs. I’m a diehard Dylan fan, and my dad and I joke that if I ever met him, I’d have him sign his name right under my tattoo and then I’d run to the parlor to get his signature tattooed.

Making ribs in Texas isn’t that unusual a choice for ‘Top Chef’. We played the stereotypes everywhere we go. It’s not only in Texas. We do it in New York; we did it in San Francisco. Listen if we shoot it in Seattle you know we’re going to be throwing salmon somewhere.

I busted my nose 11 times. My fingers are all busted. My ribs. Both my arms. I can’t straighten them out.

I’ve always been a big fan of ribs.

I fell off stage and bruised some ribs. The worst part was that the audience didn’t realize I was gone.

I broke people’s bones, tore muscles, ribs, faces, inflicted some serious and heavy damages to my opponents, etc… I got hurt myself, too, from serious attacks.

If you break your sternum or your ribs, you can still move. It’s going to hurt, but if you can cope with it, you’ll do it.

A young fella snuck out on to the field somehow, but when he was coming up to give me a hug, he got smoked by the guard. He was lucky the guy didn’t break his ribs.

I’ve been very fortunate with injuries: I’ve had the odd broken bone in my back; when I was starting out here in England, I cracked a few ribs, and I’ve broken a bone in my hand.