Conan O'Brien Quotes

When I meet a woman, I know how her brow will look.

The first thing I always look at on a girl is her eyes.

The first thing that I see in a woman are her eyes. Sorry, it sounds shallow, but eyes say a lot about a person.

Sometimes people can't see past us to hear our message. We never have a second chance to leave a first impression.

Whenever women catfight, men think it's going to turn to sex.

A man notices a woman's figure when she walks in a room. Women have eight million words for blue; a man says dark blue or light blue.

You can get a man's attention if you got a pair of boobs and a butt. I hate to simplify them down so much, but I think it's true.

Whether you want to admit it or not, people begin to judge you the minute you walk in the door.

When people say, 'You're perceived as a sex symbol,' I love the idea of that because it's so absurd.

I am surprized this does not hurt the feelings of the fair Sex to see those young boys of Fourteen and Fifteen years old to Attend them, [their] whole nakedness Expos’d, and I can Assure you It would Surprize a person to see those damn black boys how well they are hung.

Men project their fantasies onto me; they live them through who they think I am.

Posture has such a big impact on the way people perceive you.

The face, not the woman is the attraction.

Tall, aren't you?" she said. "I didn't mean to be." Her eyes rounded. She was puzzled. She was thinking. I could see, even on that short acquaintance, that thinking was always going to be a bother to her.

That face. That body. And you know he’s packing. Look at the angle on that dangle.

And taking her friend’s hand, she put it on her breast, on that firm round covering of a woman’s heart which the male often finds so satisfying that he makes no attempt to find what lies beneath it.

Men look at breasts the way women look at babies. 'Aw, isn't that lovely?'

Both of you’ll just have to believe me. Emma’s one of those women who was born with… The thing is, the minute a heterosexual man looks at her, all he can think about is – well, her mouth, and – ” “Emma?” Torie’s own mouth gaped in astonishment. Patrick crossed his legs. “Maybe we’re not talking about the same person. British accent? Good appetite? Hums songs from The Lion King when she doesn’t think anybody’s listening?

It upsets women to be, or not to be, stared at hungrily.

It is said that a rogue does not look you in the face, neither does an honest man look at you as if he had his reputation to establish.

When I talk to a man, I can always tell what he's thinking by where he is looking. If he is looking at my eyes, he is looking for intelligence. If he is looking at my mouth, he is looking for wisdom. But if he is looking anywhere else except my chest he's looking for another man.

Boys are just boys after all, but sometimes girls really seem to be the turn of a pale wrist, or the sudden jut of a hip, or a clutch of very dark hair falling across a freckled forehead. I'm not saying that's what they really are. I'm just saying sometimes it seems that way, and that those details (a thigh mole, a full face flush, a scar the precise shape and size of a cashew nut) are so many hooks waiting to land you.

Mel: Does Bret's girlfriend look anything like me? Murray: A little, around the eyes. Mel: Oh yeah? Big eyes huh? Murray: Well... she's got eyes.

That moment," she told Cath, "when you realize that a guy's looking at you differently - that you're taking up more space in his field of vision. That moment when you know he can't see past you anymore.