A dining room table with children's eager hungry faces around it, ceases to be a mere dining room table, and becomes an altar.
You know, you really can't beat a household commodity - the ketchup bottle on the kitchen table.
All I needed was a steady table and a typewriter...a marble-topped bedroom washstand table made a good place; the dining-room table between meals was also suitable.
The dining room in my old house was truly magnificent, but by far the worst room for conversation. I'd get up from the table, a very long table, and somebody would always say, Paul, I never got to talk to you.
You might be a redneck if you hammer bottle caps into the frame of your front door to make it look nice.
You might be a redneck if your coffee table used to be a telephone cable spool.
My mother always, always, always thought that I was going to be famous. Thought that I was going to win Oscars. In fact, I believe I accepted the Oscar as a ketchup bottle many a time in front of my mother in the kitchen. 'I'd like to thank the Academy,' I said with a ketchup bottle.
I used to eat under my grandmother's dining room table. I wouldn't eat at the table ever until I was about 10.
There's something I call 'Moving Day,' which I've done for the last 20 years. Look at everything in your home, then think about how you could combine things in a different way. Maybe you break up your night tables and use one in the family room; maybe the dining room sideboard becomes a console table for your television, with storage underneath.
I don't care where you went to school. There - have I made your day? No? All right, I'll go further: I also don't care what your dad did for a living or how your mum voted. Nor do I mind whether you ate your tea in front of the telly, dinner at the kitchen table, or supper in the dining room.
You might be a redneck if an expired license plate means another decoration for your living room wall.
I was very happy sitting alone at a dining room table, writing a script.
I have this feeling that if I could sort out what's on my dining room table, everything would fall into place.
I have a Damien Hirst spot painting which I love. It has pride of place over my dining-room table.
At consignment shops, I can collect things reasonably, and it's joyful. My dining room table was $75, and I'm so proud. It's beautiful.
In the Members' Dining Room, the Conservatives eat at one end, the Labour Party at the other, while the Liberals wait at table.