I hate caviar. Ugh! The freebase of food!

Good afternoon, everybody-ugh, Jesus, gimme a sec.

Elaine: Ugh, I hate people. Jerry: Yeah, they're the worst.

But there's also moments where I'm like, 'Ugh, I wish I had abs like Bieber.'

Ugh! Why can't Hell stay where it's at? Why does it always have to break loose?

It's not like I played a villain and everyone goes 'ugh, there's that guy again'.

When someone says to me, Ugh, you smoke. I reply, Ugh, you're ugly. I can quit smoking.

Ill-fitted T-shirts stretched over a gut are my pet hate. And if the colour's faded - ugh.

One simple word: ugh. Is something still considered a conspiracy if it's played out right under our noses?

I come from one of these hideous backgrounds where being sincere is like - ugh, you might as well kill yourself.

Transport drives me crazy. I find myself on this constant conveyor belt and the planes, buses, traffic jams, ugh.

In snowboarding, you're constantly aware that people are so technically brilliant at what they do, and you feel like, "Ugh, I'll never be able to do that."

I think that indicates why men tend to invest more wealth. If he loses some, there's more coming in. Whereas for women, it's like "Ugh, I gotta keep this."

Today, there is no excuse for any one of us to sit back and go, "Ugh! There's nothing I can do about it."Because there is always something that can be done.

Any filmmaker would want to make something that can still be seen without someone saying, "Ugh that was repulsing, offensive, don't bother visiting it 2nd time."

I was too thin. I was working all the time, not eating at home. Spaghetti bolognese on planes. Ugh. Now most of my meals I cook for myself with organic ingredients.

I did side planks for my obliques, which are one of my trouble areas. And traditional planks tone your back so you don't have that little bit of fat hanging over your bra. Ugh!

I am. I am, I exist, I think, therefore I am; I am because I think, why do I think? I don't want to think any more, I am because I think that I don't want to be, I think that I . . . because . . . ugh!

I am so spoiled. I cannot watch a show where it gets interrupted for ads. I have to TiVo it and skip through the ads, because the culture of advertising is so false and phony that I just... ugh, you know?

Jessamine flushed. "Ugh! Charlotte, Will's being vexing." "And the sun has come up in the east," said Jem to no one in particular. ... "And the sun comes up in the WEST," said Will, who had apparently heard Jem's earlier comment.

For the most part, yeah, I'm happy with my body, but there are days when I'm like, 'Ugh! Really? Why is it so hard to fit into my jeans?' That's when I say to myself, 'I look this way because I'm supposed to. If we all looked the same, we'd be boring.

So,uh, where am I, exactly ? And what do you plan on doing with me ?" "You're at Underworld General Hospital. As you can probably guess, we specialize in nonhuman medical care. Our location is secret, so don't ask." "UGH ? Your hospital is called 'ugh' ? Oh, that's precious.

It was just a little weird coming into the seventh season (of 'Gilmore Girls'), where everyone is already set in their ways and their dynamics, and you sort of feel like you're coming into a party late. So I was just, like, 'Ugh! How do I make friends?' It's like high school dynamics!

I don't know that there was a moment, like one specific moment where I was like "Ugh. Now what do I do?" I was just always like, "I'm just in here and if I have to fight with myself or ask for help or just be lost for a little while, but I'm just going to keep looking." Because music was all I had.

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