Rainbow Brite Quotes

May’s style was best described as “Jem and the Holograms meets Rainbow Brite.

I turned to my cousin, "My turn-ons are Rainbow Brite and unicorns.

Hey, Grandlibby?” I asked. “What’s a ‘turn-on’?” She paled visibly, looking mildly ill. “Well,” she said…struggling for words, “it’s…um…the things that make you happy, I suppose?” I turned to my cousin. “My turn-ons are Rainbow Brite and unicorns.” Michelle smiled back, her two front teeth missing. “My turn-ons are Monchhichis. And Tubble Gum.

In Hollywood, the real stars are all in animation. Alvin and the Chipmunks don't throw star fits, don't demand custom-designed Winnebagos, and are a breeze at costume fittings. Cruella DeVille, Gorgo, Rainbow Brite, Gus-Gus, Uncle Scrooge, and the Care Bears are all superstars and they don't have drug problems, marital difficulties, or paternity suits to blacken their images. They don't age, balk at promoting, or sass highly paid directors. Plus, you can market them to death and they never feel exploited. I'd like to do a big-budget snuff film starring every last one of them.

She literally looks like Rainbow Brite orgasmed all over her

Finding something for a zombie costume in a wardrobe befitting Rainbow Brite isn't easy.

Can’t quite keep your cool anymore, can you, Petri?” I jabbed back, before nipping his lip. Eric yelped, but delivered each kiss, bite for bite, bruise for bruise. His hands flew everywhere. “You’re a pain in the fucking ass, Jane.” “You look like the dad from Full House.” Another growl. “You look like a Powerpuff Girl fucked a Betty Boop impersonator.” I yanked on his tie. “Cartoons? Really? Come up with something better than that, you polo-wearing twat.” The hand in my hair twisted. “Please. You have ten different colors in your hair. You look like Rainbow Brite on acid.” “Better than being a poster child for the Gestapo!” My hand slid roughly into his pants and took hold of him—anger, it seemed, turned Eric the fuck on. Well, that made two of us.

I let out a strangled sob before standing and walking to my purse. I take a deep breath as I unzip it and take out the tattered Rainbow Brite doll. I see recognition flash across his eyes as he stares back at me, completely dumbfounded with his mouth hanging open. “What the fuck?” he says, horrified,his voice barely a whisper.

I'd brought along something that I wanted [Micah] to have: my most treasured stuffed animal, a Rainbow Brite Care Bear. Just as it had once done for me, I hoped the bear would help Micah get used to the dark.