Airports Quotes

Frank once slipped something into the pocket of a luggage handler at the airport and said: "Have a drink on me." The luggage handler later found out it was a tea bag.

That is the trouble with flying: We always have to return to airports. Thank of how much fun flying would be if we didn't have to return to airports.

When people help me out, even with something like a move or a ride to the airport, I'm always thinking "Are you sure it's okay? Are you sure you don't mind?"

The neurotic circles ceaselessly above a fogged-in airport.

I got religion in the airport, my Lord. They caught me waiting on my baggage when I was bored.

We are going to sign a treaty with Mexico. We are competing internationally. We need another international airport for international cargo, international travel, international businesses.

Airport Cars UK are always helpful and on time when we go on holiday. They have also done themselves proud with the executive people carriers at my sister-in-law's wedding

We can't keep weapons out of prisons; we can't possibly expect to keep them out of airports.

The man who accused Richard Simmons of slapping him in an airport has dropped the assault charge. Dropped it! Upon hearing the news, Simmons sadly responded, "You mean I'm not going to prison?"

America has tremendous problems. We're a debtor nation. We're a serious debtor nation. And we have a country that needs new roads, new tunnels, new bridges, new airports, new schools, new hospitals.

Nobody is ever met at the airport when beginning a new adventure. It's just not done.

Airports should all belong to the same country. The country of Crappacia. Or Bleakovania. Or Suckitan.

I imagine the world from my window ... Traveling, I think it's a nightmare today. The airports and things the people in the street with the selfies ... I like to stay at home and read.

We have crushed the whole force which dared to venture there. They were on the runway at Saddam International Airport. That force was crushed

Airport security exists to guard us against terrorist attacks.

Gough never pretended to perfection or to sainthood - well, hardly ever. Although when he set off the metal detector at airport security, he would blame his aura.

We still have a problem here in this country of access to airports and airplanes [for terrorists].

I love Cheetos, those hot, spicy kind. And chocolate. Every time I'm in the airport I'm buying Cheetos and eating them on the airplane.

I don't do much driving - about 5,000-6,000 miles a year. And most of that is to the airport and to the racing circuits.

Stations and airports are rehearsals for separations by death.

I always feel comfortable, basically in any situation except perhaps airports.

...while a sane world would not employ 5-foot-tall grandmothers as law enforcement officers, a sane world would also not give full body-cavity searches to 5-foot-tall grandmothers at airports.

I look suspicious if I dress in sort of benign clothes, going to the airport.

I unfortunately don't have a stage name, I don't have a celebrity that I can hide behind, so every time I show my ID at an airport person or get carded at a bar, it's always interesting.

Every time you take a train, step into your car, walk into the shopping mall, go to the airport - every single time, something could happen. That's how terrorism works.

You hardly find any military base in distant areas from the [Syria] cities unless it's an airport or something like this, but most of the military bases or centers within inhabited areas.

The first word you see at the airport is 'terminal'.

Devolving APD to Scotland is merely tinkering with it. We have to get shot of this hated tax right across the country to ensure all of our airports are competing on level terms.

We've only had aircrafts for a hundred years, and yet look at us. So, I've become absolutely fascinated by this strange, bizarre world of airports, air travel and transportation. It's interesting.

When someone's running late through an airport, I hope they miss their flight so they can meet the love of their life at the duty free shop.

When to arrive at the airport?: You should be at the airport already.

If you stand with the Customs and Border Protection officers who staff the passport booths at Dulles airport near the nation's capital, their task seems daunting.

Bureaucratic nonsense at airports drives me crazy.

I wish we had the $4 trillion or $5 trillion. I wish it were spent right here in the United States, on our schools, hospitals, roads, airports, and everything else that are all falling apart.

We are a debtor nation, our airports are third world, our highways are falling apart. Our roads, our bridges, everything, we're like third world.

The reason why so many sects hang around airports looking for converts: they know that people there are at their most vulnerable and perplexed, and ready to accept any kind of guidance.

I think we should start a movement, and everyone should just start wearing metal pants to the airport.

I just want to live like a full-time tourist, to show up at the airport, pick a destination, walk up to the counter and say, 'Do you have any first-class seats?'

If I never saw another airport again, I'd be happy!

The good thing about being stuck at the airport for an extra hour, is that it gives you a chance to give weary travelers surprise massages.

Outdoors for me is walking from the car to the ticket desk at the airport

They mention that it's a nonstop flight. Well, I must say I don't care for that sort of thing. Call me old fashioned, but I insist that my flight stop. Preferably at an airport.

I have been collecting pictures of airport carpets since the early 2000s because I am fascinated by their role as the world's largest interior visual design medium.

An airport carpet can tell you everything about its surroundings!

Airport carpets are so much richer to both the senses and the intellect.

If airports can be seen as temples to travel, gateways to other worlds, then airport carpets are the vast prayer mats upon which we all genuflect.

Whether I'm at the hangar or at the airport or on an airplane, I get respect. And that's the best part of my day.

I'm a terrible procrastinator. When we go to the airport, if they're not literally closing the door behind my sweaty, hyperventilating body, I feel I've been there too long.

I was thirty-seven then, strapped in my seat as the huge 747 plunged through dense cloud cover on approach to the Hamburg airport.

You are by yourself for the best years of your life. You sleep in airports. If it doesn't kill you it makes you strong.