A Quote by Rande Gerber

Big cubes, small cubes - it's all ice. I'm not that fancy. — © Rande Gerber
Big cubes, small cubes - it's all ice. I'm not that fancy.
Ice cubes likely sell more alcohol for the distilling industry than attractive models in cheesecake poses. The inconspicuous ice cubes often hide the invisible sell - invisible, that is, to the conscious mind.
There's not enough Ice Cubes out there. There's not enough Ice Cubes getting a chance to do their thing.
For each glass, liberally large, the basic ingredients begin with ice cubes in a shaker and three or four drops of Angostura bitters on the ice cubes. Add several twisted lemon peels to the shaker, then a bottle-top of dry vermouth, a bottle-top of Scotch, and multiply the resultant liquid content by five with gin, preferably Bombay Sapphire. Add more gin if you think it is too bland... I have been told, but have no personal proof that it is true, that three of these taken in the course of an evening make it possible to fly from New York to Paris without an airplane.
I used to jog but the ice cubes kept falling out of my glass.
I tried sniffing Coke once, but the ice cubes got stuck in my nose.
I'm pretty lenient with myself about time - if I feel like taking photographs of small things inside ice cubes or making animal collages, I just do it. When I want to write, I write. It's all part of the same thing for me.
Ice cubes sell more alcohol for the distilling industry than sexy models in cheesecake poses.
People from cold regions might not understand the extent of the pain when ice cubes get stuck on your body.
Happy hour is slightly different in the Soviet Union. There are no ice cubes or orange-peel twists in the vodka. Also, it lasts all day.
I always feel like sugar cubes aren't big enough.
I am obsessed with ice cubes. Obsessed.
All the plants in my house are dead - I shot them last night. I was teasing them by watering them with ice cubes.
Usually you'd do the summer scenes in the winter. So you're out there with a T-shirt and hope nobody sees your air that you're breathing out. We put ice cubes in our mouth to stop that from happening.
I kinda expected to turn the bottle and see a recipe. "So that's how you make ice cubes. Apparently you just freeze this stuff. Oh, but you need a tray. That's how they trick you into it."
Attempts to extinguish me don't even bother me none. Like retarded kids throwing ice cubes at the sun, a victory against Immortal Technique will never be done.
Is that how you're going to take me? Scare me into voluntarily coming aboard, then steal my Ice Cube?" "It's always cubes with you," noted Foaly, somewhat randomly. "What's wrong with a nice sphere?
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