I remember when I was an up-and-coming comic how annoyed I would be when the famous guys would show up and just take everyone's spots.

When we're dealing with the people in our family - no matter how annoying or gross they may be no matter how self-inflicted their suffering may appear no matter how afflicted they are with ignorance prejudice or nose hairs - we give from the deepest parts of ourselves.

Family love is messy clinging and of an annoying and repetitive pattern like bad wallpaper.

Right now I have some big dreams. But at the same time if I get annoyed and harassed by the media I'll just quit. I don't care. We're set for life. I have quite a temper.

My dreams were all my own I accounted for them to nobody they were my refuge when annoyed - my dearest pleasure when free.

I pop gum. My parents get so annoyed with me. I know my dad wishes he never taught me how to do that.

I came from somewhat of a musical family. I had an uncle on Broadway. My dad kind of knows how to play instruments. Although I always find it annoying when he does play an instrument.

It is quite annoying that we have to change the sound we invented just to avoid sounding like people who simply copy us but... it is flattering and of course challenging.

Ah! how annoying that the law doesn't allow a woman to change husbands just as one does shirts.

I remember when I first started in the business I lost a lot of friends. Some were jealous some were annoyed at the fact that I was an actress.