YES. BECAUSE THAT'S HOW I ROLL. LIKE A SUAVE THING. In fact, from here on, please forward my mail to 1 Suave Hill, Suave Boulevard, Suavieland, Planet of She's-So-Smooth-I-Can't-Believe-She's-Not-Butter.
I've never gone for the smooth, suave Latin or French lover. That usually makes me think they're trying to pull one over on me.
When suave politeness, tempering bigot zeal, corrected 'I believe' to 'one does feel'.
Now I feel like James Bond. Suave and intelligent, breaking all the codes while looking fabulous.
My wife spoke perfect Italian and she was very beautiful and very suave Italian men were crowding around her, talking all the time and if I was to even understand what was going on, I had to learn the language fast.
Heroes, well, they don't live so long. But they're muy suave, and we all admire them.
I'm sophisticated, charming, suave, and debonair, Professor. But I have never claimed to be civilized.
Oh, that character was light years away from me. I'm not debonair. I'm not suave. I did wear tight pants, though, because I found out that it worked.
You see George Clooney, and you think he's suave and handsome and really charming, but he's such a goofball!
When you have a label stuck on you, people tend to believe it. If someone calls you suave and debonair, you only get offered parts in a suit and a collar and tie. It just so happens I wear them reasonably well.
I don't think Bond does too much; he's just suave and sexy. He rolls out with his martini and fancy cars. Wow, it sounds like my life already.
People think I have the benefit of a public school education. I have this suave and debonair label, but really, I'm as common as muck.
Oh, man, if in real life I was as cool and suave as Coach Taylor and had all the answers, things would be easier.
The Seasons Difference is a suave and urbane comedy about several immense abstractions - faith, innocence, loneliness, and love.
I've been identified with James Bond or Thomas Crown for so long; suave, elegant, sophisticated men in suits. it's like you've been giving the same performance for 20 years.
I hate the vamp jobs. They think they're so suave. It's not enough for them to slaughter and eat you like a zombie would. No, they want to be all sexy, too. And trust me: vampires? Not. Sexy.
I'm not Mr. Debonair Suave. I'm just a regular boy who goofs around, pulls pranks, and makes jokes. That doesn't sound very hot to me.