Quotes About Banter

I'm not a bunny, Rydstrom. And is that bark?" With a laugh, she said, "Good gods, you brought me bark to gnaw on!

So cry me a river about your brother's single vivisection. Also, understand me: I can trash-talk Nix - she's my oldest friend - but no one else had better do so in my presence.

Everyone forgets that what's fun about a romantic comedy is how these two people are going to fight with each other and how's that going to be funny.

I could still box your ears.""Nonsense, " he scoffed. "You couldn't reach that high.

What do you want?" I ask. "A large slice of humble pie?" "We don't serve that here." "Sure we do," Dan calls. "But you ate it all." I glance over my shoulder at him. "Do you mind?

I was born to schmooze.

said, "before you have your wicked way with me. I'm Tommy Godwin, by the way." "So I'd gathered," retorted Gemma, escaping gratefully to the loo. Once safely behind the closed

Tongue in cheek, Donald said, "Milord, I thought she was safely ensconced in your tent. How is it that you keep misplacing her?

Beckett tipped her chin up, a smile tipping his lips after he'd scrutinized her face. "You were talking about me." Her face warmed, and she was thankful for the dark. "Maybe." "What did she say?" "I'll never tell." "I'll kiss it out of you." "Go ahead and try.

PJ kicked Ryan in the backside for no apparent reason, and he threw her over his broad shoulders just because he could. She squealed and pounded his back, but he didn't set her down until they reached the table. "Brute," PJ said, giving him a playful shove. "Brat." Ryan saved lives, and PJ could feed an army, but when they got together it was like they were twelve.

Right ... And I'm not sayin' that if brains were water, you wouldn't have enough to baptise a flea.

Valkyrie: "You are such a moron." Skulduggery: "Don't be jealous of my genius.

I swear, talking to you is like talking to a really good-looking and mildly stupid brick wall.

Enjoy that?" Tanith said with a little grin. Valkyrie grinned back, her eyes bright. "I keep telling Skulduggery he should get a bike." "What does he say?" "He says people who wear leathers, like you, should ride motorbikes. People who wear exquisite suits, like him, should drive Bentleys.

Valkyrie dialed Skulduggery's number and he picked up. 'Hey,' she said, 'It's me.' Skulduggery paused. 'No it's not. If it were me, then I'd be talking to myself, and I don't do that any more. I certainly don't RING myself. That's one of the first signs of madness, and if it's not, it should be.' She sighed. 'Are you finished talking nonsense?' 'I haven't talked nonsense all morning. I miss it.

It's fairly standard. Also, I'm fourteen. Also, your beard's stupid." "Isn't this fun?" Skulduggery said brightly. "The three of us getting along so well.

Thank you," Skulduggery said to her. "I fear he was about to start insulting me." "I couldn't let that happen," she said. "Your ego is a fragile and delicate thing." "You see? You understand me.

Sanguine: You mind if I take pictures? Brought my own camera and everythin' Valkyrie: Knock yourself out Sanguine: Thanks Valkyrie: No, really, run head first into a wall and knock yourself out

You can punch me all you like," he began and Skulduggery said, "Oh, good," and hit him.

Excuse me," said Skulduggery, "I hate to interrupt, but this conversation is boring me." "Because it isn't about you," said Fletcher. "That is indeed why it's boring." "We'll

Thank you again, all of you." He walked away. "But mostly me," Fletcher called after him and Valkyrie punched his arm.

I would challenge you to a battle of wits, but I see you are unarmed!

Jovial" had always been a pretext, from the high school football team's locker room on—the kind of hearty banter that covered up greater and lesser crimes.

Jovial" had always been a pretext - the kind of hearty banter that covered up greater and lesser crimes.