Bobby Hill Quotes

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Dang it bobby
Hank Hill (Hank Hill's The Boy Ain't Right)
Christ, that was long,” Bobby groans, making a beeline for an ice bucket filled with beer bottles. “Not doing that again,” Mattie adds. “That’s what she said,” Kris yells, following them closely toward the beer. “Both times.” “Will you three ever mature? Like, genuine question.
Hannah Grace (Daydream (Maple Hills, #3))
Fuck the rules,” Bobby counters. “We could all die tomorrow.
Hannah Grace (Wildfire (Maple Hills, #2))
Above the hills a strange mist hung over Indigo Cay. Behind us was sunshine and sea, a tropical paradise. Yet in front of us, a darkness using the sunshine and sea as a lure, as if the spider had placed a juicy morsel within its silky web to entice the fly to its death. I had no desire to be the fly.
Bobby Underwood (The Sensual Sea (Matt Ransom, #7))
On October 15, 1959, the day after we arrived at Western Shore, we rented a boat to get over to the island. It was a raw, windy day and by the time we reached the dock, my husband closed the throttle with a firm twist. It snapped clean off. “That’s a good start,” I thought. An omen? Well we were here, so off we went to see the pits. It had been four years since I last saw the pits, and standing there looking down at them I was shocked at their condition. One pit had partially collapsed, leaving broken and twisted timbers around; you could no longer see the water (at the bottom of the pit). In the other, the larger of the two, rotting cribbing was visible, as all the deck planking had been ripped off, exposing it to the weather. Even my son’s face fell momentarily. Looking across the slate grey sea at the black smudges of other islands, I felt utterly wretched. I don’t think I have ever seen a place so bleak and lonely as that island, that day. I just wanted to go home. Soon Bobby’s eyes began to sparkle as he and his dad walked around, talking. They walked here, they walked there, son asking questions, my husband answering…all about the history of the place. I trailed after them, ignored and unnoticed. Finally Bob said it was time for us to go back. Catching sight of my face with its woebegone expression, he started to laugh, “Look,” he said to Bobby, pointing to me, “The reluctant treasure hunter.” They both thought that was hilarious and went off down the hill, roaring with laughter.
Lee Lamb (Oak Island Family: The Restall Hunt for Buried Treasure)
Two days later, on August 17, Smith’s Cove was abuzz with activity. The bulldozer was scraping a deep pathway from the beach, past the beach shack, heading up toward the Cave-In Pit, and the pump was pulling water from the bottom of the freshly-dug shaft located partly up the hill. Bobby was working near the beach shack with Andrew Demont, Leonard Kaizer, and Cyril Hiltz--young, local men who were helping Bobby to clear brush and burn it in an empty 50-gallon drum that sat on the shoreline. Both Dunfield and Karl Graeser were also on site. The air was electric with optimism and urgency. My father needed to take the boat over to mainland so he could visit his bank in Chester before closing time--papers had to be signed before Dunfield’s funds could be released. Dad was running late, but before he went up to the cabin to change his clothes for the trip ashore, he decided to take one last look in the new shaft to see how well the pump was getting rid of water. This newest shaft was behind the beach shack at a point where the land had started to rise to go up to the clearing. The shaft was large and deep (10 feet by 30 feet by 27 feet deep) and had three or four feet of water in the bottom. Dad peered down into the shaft, and without a sound, he tumbled in. Bobby saw it happen, dropped the bushes he had in his hands, and raced over to help. Others did, too. Bobby started down the ladder, but suddenly fell into the shaft. Karl Graeser was right behind Bobby, and began to climb down, but he lost consciousness and slid into the shaft, too. Cyril Hiltz followed Karl, and Cyril’s cousin, Andrew Demont, was close behind. Leonard Kaizer was the last man to rush in to help the others. One-by-one, as each man tried to climb down the ladder into the shaft, he lost consciousness and fell in. Ed White, a fireman from Buffalo, was visiting the island that day with a group of friends. He heard the cries for help and rushed to the shaft. His wife pleaded with him not to go down, but White tied a handkerchief around his face and had someone lower him into the shaft. He was able to get a rope around Leonard Kaizer, so that those at the top could pull him out. Then White went after Andrew Demont, who was unconscious with his arms locked around a steel pipe, which supported him above water. Even in his unconscious state, Demont lashed out and punched White. But the fireman prevailed and got the rope harness around him so that he could be pulled from the shaft. Ed White was a hero. He saved Leonard Kaizer and Andy Demont that day. But he could do no more. By then, he, too, was feeling the effects of the invisible gas. On that fateful day, August 17, 1965, Cyril Hiltz, Karl Graeser, Bob Restall, Sr., and Bob Restall, Jr. all lost their lives. The coroner’s ruling was “death by drowning.
Lee Lamb (Oak Island Family: The Restall Hunt for Buried Treasure)
After the Accident Before we run out of pages, I want to tell you a little of what happened to my family after the accident. My mother moved to a small house in Western Shore. Her first concern was finding a way to support herself and Ricky. Being an ex-dancer, motorcycle rider, and treasure-hunter was not likely to open any doors, so she decided to go back to school. She enrolled in a business course in Bridgewater and began her first studies since she was 12 years old. Soon she earned a diploma in typing, shorthand, and accounting, and was hired to work in a medical clinic. Ricky had been on the island from age nine to 14, mostly in the company of adults--family members and visiting tourists--but hardly ever with anyone his own age. Life on the mainland, with the give and take and bumps and bruises of high-school life was a challenge. But he survived. In time he became a carpenter, and is alive and well and living in Ottawa. My mother made a new life for herself. She remained fiercely independent, but between a job she loved and her neighbors, she formed friendships that were deep and lasting. Of course, she missed Dad and Bobby terribly. My mother and dad had been a perfect match, and my mother and brother had always shared a special bond. Bobby’s death was especially hard on her. My mother felt responsible. One day, before the accident, Bobby had taken all he could of Oak Island. After a heated argument with Dad, Bobby packed up and left. My mother had gone after him and convinced him to return--his dad needed him. She rarely spoke of it, but that weighed heavily on her for the rest of her years. My mother never left the east coast. She was 90 years old when she died. For the last 38 years of her life, she lived in a small house on a hill, in the community of Western Shore, where, from her living room window, she could look out and see Oak Island.
Lee Lamb (Oak Island Family: The Restall Hunt for Buried Treasure)
Manzarek and Jim Morrison were film students at UCLA when they met. They both had an abiding interest in film and the past masters as well as creating a new cinema. Through The Doors they did create cinema. At first, one strictly of The Doors, but as their influence and legend spread through culture they, in turn, inspired those that were creating movies.   The Doors Film Feast of Friends Late in March 1968 (the exact date is unknown) The Doors decided to film a documentary of their forthcoming tour. The idea may have come about because Bobby Neuwirth, who was hired to hang out with Jim and try to direct his energies to more productive pursuits than drinking, produced a film Not to Touch the Earth that utilized behind the scenes film of The Doors. The band set up an initial budget of $20,000 for the project. Former UCLA film students Jim Morrison and Ray Manzarek hired film school friends Paul Ferrara as director of photography, Frank Lisciandro as editor, and Morrison friend Babe Hill as the sound recorder.
Jim Cherry (The Doors Examined)
Hill City and Hayward is as close to that area as I’ve ever been. It was a long time back, when it was pretty dangerous. I was on my way to Cheyenne at the time, and in a hurry to get there. I was none too eager to get scalped.” Cooper glanced at the Apache. “No offense.
Bobby Underwood (Whisper Valley (The Wild Country, #3))
That's my purse i don't know you!
Bobby Hill
1. You must lead from the front. Always. 2. Speed is everything. There must be a sense of urgency. 3. Listen to the locals. They often know more than the Nobel Prize Laureates. 4. Don’t wait for federal agencies to tell you what to do ... tell them what you need. 5. Keep the public informed on the details. Do it early and often and without fanfare. Transparency inspires confidence. Confidence inspires cohesion. 6. Make quick decisions when plans fail. They will fail. As the saying goes, “No battle plan completely survives the first shot.” 7. Demand and expect excellence. There is no reason government cannot function in a competent manner. Refuse to accept failure. 8. Ignore the politics, focus on doing a good job. The main thing is to keep the main thing the main thing. If you do a good job, that will all take care of itself. If you don’t, there is no amount of PR that will help you. 9. Read the old playbook, then throw it out and get ready to improvise. 10. Hope for the best but prepare for the worst, immediately. Assume you are at the Alamo. If you end up attacking an ant hill with a sledge hammer ... that’s okay. But if you end up bringing a knife to a gun fight ... that’s a failure. If you prepare for war and peace breaks out, great! But if you prepare for peace and war breaks out, you’re in trouble!
Bobby Jindal (Leadership and Crisis)
Kris and Bobby said a group date was discrimination toward single people, i.e., them, and demanded to be invited. Mattie said he was happy to be discriminated against because his fear of seagulls makes him strongly anti-pier.
Hannah Grace (Daydream (Maple Hills, #3))
The only thing Bobby loves is happy hour and free food.
Hannah Grace (Daydream (Maple Hills, #3))
When I told Jenna about Bobby’s long-lived crush on her, her response was less than happy. “Fantastic. I love it when people return as adults and want to fuck me like I didn’t literally look after them as children”. She made a loud and dramatic retching noise. “I hate men.
Hannah Grace (Wildfire (Maple Hills, #2))
In 1968, the Tet offensive in Vietnam took the lives of thousands of GIs and made it clear to a lot of Americans that we were fighting an unwinnable war.  Meanwhile the people of Prague, Czechoslovakia rose up against their Soviet oppressors and the United States did nothing to help them, Martin Luther King and Bobby Kennedy were assassinated, there were riots in the streets of major cities, and the Democratic National Convention in Chicago featured the police beatings of peaceful anti-war demonstrators.  Oh! and yes, as if that wasn't enough, Richard Nixon was elected President.  Otherwise things were fine.
Ernest Cataldo (A Life On Beacon Hill: An Unauthorized History of Phillips Street)
We reminisced about games from last season, our championship win, and predictions for the new season. When I called it a night, knowing I had to get up early, they were genuinely gutted I was leaving again, which made me not want to leave at all. Mattie and Bobby crashed in Robbie’s and JJ’s rooms, with Kris losing five consecutive games of rock paper scissors and ending up on the couch Henry violated. They were awake, albeit slightly hungover, before the sun was up to make breakfast and coffee so I could have something decent to eat before getting on the road. Having real friends has shown me I don’t need to quietly blend into the background anymore. Telling my dad exactly how I feel has freed me from whatever has been holding me back this entire time. Don’t get me wrong, nobody changes overnight, but I’m arriving at Honey Acres again feeling like a brand-new guy.
Hannah Grace (Wildfire (Maple Hills, #2))
Tuve que ahorrar un poco para mi siguiente obsesión. Los discos de mi padre se me habían quedado cortos, así que finalmente dejé de desayunar durante unas semanas y reuní lo suficiente para una nueva adquisición. Un disco. Era Temptin' Temptations, de los Temptations. En la portada aparecían cinco jóvenes negros vestidos de blanco inmaculado, con chaquetas cortas de un botón y zapatos negros. Recuerdo la primera vez que lo puse en el tocadiscos. Primero un crujido. Y luego, BAM. Una música elegante, evocadora, romántica. Chirriando, algo lejana, tomando la habitación. La canción era «Since I lost my baby». Mirándolo, comprendí. Esa foto pintaba un mundo superior en el que los hombres eran dandis y toda la música era gloriosa, sus trajes nítidos, blancos, sus caras de ébano, sus zapatos relucientes. Donde cada minuto de vida era así: refinado y pleno, hermoso. Sin manchas. Un mundo irreal en el que nadie envejecía y había códigos de honor, y todo era puro y bello. Un mundo que no se parecía en nada a mi pueblo, a mi instituto, a los jugadores de fútbol que me perseguían para mantearme. Mi tía abuela me ha contado muchas veces cómo entraba en mi cuarto y me encontraba dormido al lado del tocadiscos, durmiendo plácidamente en el suelo. Aquellos discos eran mi medicina y mi vaso de leche caliente, mi primer compadre, mi escondite y mi refugio, mis armas. Con el tiempo llegaron las Marvelettes y los Impressions, los Temptations y Betty Harris, Bobby Womack y Al Green, Sam Dees y los Miracles. También Gloria Jones, Kim Weston, Barbara Acklin, Esther Williams, Curtis Mayfield, los 4 Tops, las Supremes, Chuck Jackson, Z.Z. Hill, Tommy Hunt, Billy Stewart, Sly & The Family Stone, Nina Simone, Billy Butler, Gene Chandler, Shirley Ellis y J.J. Jackson. Nunca volví a escuchar otra cosa
Kiko Amat
If it wasn't important enough for the writers of scripture to elucidate, I'm not sure why we are.
Bobby Hill
You made him a happy man, so,” Mart says, turning off the main road and shifting gears with a nasty crunching noise. “Bobby’s not mad. All that’s wrong with him is he spends too much time at the farm work. It’s grand work, but unless a man’s pure thick, it can leave his mind restless. Most of us have something to look after that: the family, or the cards, or the drink, or what-have-you. But Bobby’s a bachelor, he’s got no head for the drink, and he’s that bad at cards we won’t have him in our game. When his mind does get restless, he’s got no option but to head up the hills hunting UFOs. The lads want to buy him a harmonica, give him something else to occupy him, but I’d rather listen to him go on about aliens any day.
Tana French (The Searcher)