Top 40 Queue Quotes

Airports drive me mad. I don’t mind the flying; it’s all the hassle before you get on the plane and afterwards, including walking five miles through corridors to the point where you queue for ages to check passports and hope your luggage has arrived safely.

You used to queue for three days and two nights for tickets for Rubinstein. People stayed in the queue for the whole day.

I have got to the point in my life when a lot of people I know have died or are dying, so I realise that somewhere outside the pearly gates is a queue, shuffling nearer and nearer to the celestial box office.

Many leading studios and production houses in India are in the queue to make original content for Netflix and Amazon Prime as well.

Of the secular mysteries to which I wake with fresh and sometimes angry amazement every day, the queue is the second-most baffling. The first is the fan.

I was on a tour of a Restoration comedy in 1996, and in Moscow we stayed at the Metropole hotel, off Red Square. The food there was opulent, but in the Maly theatre canteen, there were just a few pieces of rye bread, peanuts, and gherkins. I stood in the queue and burst into tears.

I’ve thought about adopting, but I’m a bit paranoid that because I’m gay and disabled I’d be put straight off the list. My mother thinks that I would jump the queue because they like minorities adopting. I have great genes, though, and I would like to pass them on.

An Englishman, even if he is alone, forms an orderly queue of one.

I have about two manicures a year, maybe three haircuts. I used to get blowdries all the time, and I never did my own hair. Now I’m last in the queue – the focus is on my home.

We were told by President Obama that in respect of international trade, we would have to get to the back of the queue – not a position that America normally requires the United Kingdom to be in when it comes to other matters, such as the Iraq War.

Celebrity has some amazing advantages, of course it does. You’re given an extraordinary power. It’s a door-opener. I might not have to queue for things.

I’m privileged to have had some success, but I’ve never forgotten what it was like to queue for a half-crown gallery seat for ‘Oliver!’ which is why I ensure that there are £20 day tickets for ‘Miss Saigon’ and that the balconies in my theatres are as comfortable as I can possibly make them.

It was a wonderful experience working with Nagarjuna sir. I mean, I never expected this to happen. For me, who watched his films standing in a queue at theatres, and now sharing the screen with him is a huge thing.

My children’s favourite thing is to con me into buying them ice-cream if there’s not too big a queue at our local gelataria, Messina.

My voice triggers people into recognising me, often at the weirdest times. If I’m in the theatre and talking while in line to go to the loo, the rest of the queue will turn around and say, ‘Wait a minute. It’s you.’

I heard one woman say to another in the queue at a book signing: ‘I shouldn’t be buying this. He’s a former Tory MP, you know.’

My dad took me for an audition once, to show me, ‘OK, you want to be a child actor, this is what it’s like.’ I sang a folk song about donkeys on this West End stage with this big director, and there was a queue of 200 girls all singing ‘Memory.’ I was terrible. Terrible.

Online advertising may not be much more successful than an old double-barrel, but – like a good spray of buckshot – it makes up for its lack of accuracy with sheer volume. There are 10 unique ads listed with every Gmail message in your queue, each tied to the message content. And a paying sponsor.

For me, Glasgow is all about the people and the spirit of the place. You have enough Gregg’s bakers, though, I’ll say that. The opening of the 1977 ‘Star Wars’ movie was possibly the only time I’ve seen a longer queue round the block than in Glasgow for sausage rolls. That was quite an eye-opener.

I’m very aware that you lead a very peculiar existence as a professional footballer, being flown everywhere first-class and never having to queue up for anything. Of course, that’s attractive, but if you’re not careful, you end up living in a world where nothing is really real.

The queue of activists, interest groups, and ordinary people wringing their hands over what a President Donald Trump might do in office is long, and environmentalists are at the front of the line.

When the Hollywood thing happened, I thought at some point I’d get to the front of the queue: ‘Yes, hello, I’d like to play that role.’ But you don’t. You just join a different queue.

Everyone wants to be James Bond, and there’s a queue of guys ahead of me – but I will throw my hat into the ring. Bond is such an iconic role, you would have to seriously think how to approach it.

Once you join the queue for the immigration line, pay attention to what the expeditor tells you. Have your papers ready. Don’t have your cell phone out. Take off your hat. Open your passport to the page with your photo and present it to the immigration officer already open.

I once did a gig at an office Christmas party in the showroom floor of a friend’s father’s home appliance shop in the suburbs of Melbourne. It was to a much older crowd. Without a microphone. Or a stage. With the queue for the buffet behind me.

I don’t know how others think about me, but if I have to walk the streets, I will, and if I need to stand in a queue at the airport, that’s OK.

You should have something to say, an idea you want to get out, and if you don’t, just get out of the way, ’cause there’s so many great musicians and writers that are in the queue.

The queue and the fan are, of course, closely related in that fans will queue any length of time in any weather to see, touch, watch, hear, read, wear, or simply enjoy proximity to the object of their devotion.

I live very normally, I go out with my friends, we go to the movies, I queue, we go to restaurants.

I was a foggy, erratic teenager: a fifth child, the last in the queue for conversation or attention.

I could spend my life having meetings, a meeting to have another meeting, a hundred meetings to have another thousand meetings. It’s not what I’m about. I don’t want to have to get in a queue; that’s not how I like to live.

Well, I wasn’t just kind of standing in a queue at McDonald’s and someone sat down and said, ‘You’re the director of a $100 million Hollywood movie.’ I’ve been working in commercials for ten years.

It’s pretty hard to stand in the queue auditioning to play a gynaecologist on ‘Holby City’ when you’ve just played Mandela. You think, ‘Actually, I want to challenge myself.’

Unlike their Western counterparts, Africans take elections very seriously – rising up early to queue patiently in line for hours under the hot sun and cast their ballots. Any misguided attempt to nullify or steal their votes will evoke a strong reaction from them.

I am mightily relieved that my holiday does not come after a long queue with the National Holiday Service, complete with bedroom-sharing like the NHS.

If you look at things that really affect people’s lives – sport, the arts, charities – they were always at the back of the queue for government money – health, social security, defence, pensions were all way ahead. And each of those areas – sports, the arts, the lottery – got relatively petty cash from the government.

Waiting is so unusual that many of us can’t stand in a queue for 30 seconds without getting out our phones to check for messages or to Google something.

I find that I have about six bloggable ideas a day. I also find that writing twice as long a post doesn’t increase communication, it usually decreases it. And finally, I found that people get antsy if there are unread posts in their queue.

I used to fish the Border rivers, but nowadays you have to queue up for a shot and I can’t stand that.

I cry at everything, even the length of the queue at Sainsbury’s.