quote by Moe Howard

I'll squeeze the cider out of your adam's apple.

— Moe Howard

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Give me yesterday's bread, this day's flesh, and last year's cider

The older I get, the more I become an apple pie, sparkling cider kind of guy.

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Goodnight you princes of Maine, you kings of New England.

The winter will be short, the summer long, The autumn amber-hued, sunny and hot, Tasting of cider and of scuppernong; All seasons sweet, but autumn best of all. The squirrels in their silver fur will fall Like falling leaves, like fruit, before your shot.

I'm an all-things-in-moderation kind of person.

I do eat a warm donut occasionally. I especially enjoy a cider donut when I'm apple picking. I don't think there's anything wrong with that.

When I was a little kid, my mother and I used to watch the Golden Globes and I would dress up and she would get sparkling apple cider and we would make a tray of hors doeuvres and watch it together. And I would get up and make a pretend speech.

Everybody thinks I drink beer but I actually like cider!

I love cooking during Christmas, all smells like the hot apple cider, the hot spiced wine.

The heat of autumn is different from the heat of summer.

One ripens apples, the other turns them to cider.

The tarter the apple, the tastier the cider.

He that drinks his Cyder alone, let him catch his Horse alone.

Here is a kitchen improvement, in return for Peacock.

For roasting or basting a chicken, render down your fat or butter with cider: about a third cider. Let it come together slowly, till the smell of cider and the smell of fat are as one. This will enliven even a frozen chicken.

Never praise your cider or your horse

Cider was my drink because I liked the taste and it made me stupid.

It was a beautiful bright autumn day, with air like cider and a sky so blue you could drown in it.

Up until Prohibition, an apple grown in America was far less likely to be eaten than to wind up in a barrel of cider. ("Hard" cider is a twentieth-century term, redundant before then since virtually all cider was hard until modern refrigeration allowed people to keep sweet cider sweet.)

In A Glass of Cider It seemed I was a mite of sediment That waited for the bottom to ferment So I could catch a bubble in ascent. I rode up on one till the bubble burst, And when that left me to sink back reversed I was no worse off than I was at first. I'd catch another bubble if I waited. The thing was to get now and then elated.

For something warm, try adding cinnamon sticks and nutmeg to apple cider simmering on the stove. You'll get the added benefit of making your home smell amazing.

Yes, cider and tinned salmon are the staple diet of the agricultural classes.

I have wished to see chemistry applied to domestic objects, to malting, for instance, brewing, making cider, to fermentation and distillation generally, to the making of bread, butter, cheese, soap, to the incubation of eggs, &c.

The older I get, the more I feel.

To boldly go where no one has gone before

I don't think there's anything wrong being a dreamer.

Nothing got inside the head without becoming pictures.

I always go to the Agriculture Building, where they make apple cider popsicles for a dollar.

I adopted a healthier diet. I take at least a tablespoon of apple-cider vinegar a day. It's an old wives' tale, but it really is one of the best things you can put in your mouth.

Clay is one of the best things you can put in your body.

I don't think there's anything wrong with being paternalistic as a company.

Some folks of cider make a rout And cider's well enough no doubt When better liquors fail; But wine, that's richer, better still, Ev'n wine itself (deny't who will) Must yield to nappy ale

For Cider House Rules, I was doing a New England accent.

One of these days in your travels, a guy is going to come up to you and show you a nice brand-new deck of cards on which the seal is not yet broken, and this guy is going to offer to bet you that he can make the Jack of Spades jump out of the deck and squirt cider in your ear. But, son, do not bet this man, for as sure as you are standing there, you are going to end up with an earful of cider.

I know the look of an apple that is roasting and sizzling on the hearth on a winter's evening, and I know the comfort that comes of eating it hot, along with some sugar and a drench of cream... I know how the nuts taken in conjunction with winter apples, cider, and doughnuts, make old people's tales and old jokes sound fresh and crisp and enchanting.

We all know about the car breaking down on a deserted road scenario.

That's cliché. I'm thinking more of Cider with Rosie, as in, the dark side.

Before I began The Cider House Rules, I thought I wanted to write about a father-son relationship that was closer, more conflicted, and ultimately more loving, than most. Then I began to think of a relationship between an old orphanage director and an unadoptable orphan - a kid who goes out into the world and fails and keeps coming back, so that the old guy ends up with someone he's got to keep.