Quotes About Banter

I think you're a raging asshole. Ruger laughed. "Yeah, well I think you're a bitch, but my cock likes you, so we'll figure something out.

Is this the point where I sing the little song about Pic and London sittin' in a tree?" "Only if you want the tree shoved up your ass.

You look like shit," Horse said helpfully as he pulled up a lawn chair next to me. He sounded almost cheerful, which annoyed me. I glared at him and he smirked. "Still got a sweet butt though." I went from annoyed to pissed. "Don't call me that," I snapped. "I don't like it." "I know," he replied. "That's why I do it. You're cute when you're pissed. Kind of like a wet kitten. Gets me hard.

KIMBER: Be happy. U have a hot guy coming over and he's bringing dinner. Women have killed for less ME: Whose side you on? KIMBER: Mine. Haven't u figured this out yet? ME: Bitch KIMBER: Ho ME: At least I don't drive a minivan KIMBER: See if I make YOU margaritas again! LOW BLOW!!!!!! ME: <3

What I love in television is when you have the banter between the presenters, that's what makes a really good programme. That's why it is so important for me to have good relationships with people I'm commentating with.

They talked aimlessly back and forth, each speaking for the other.

We're just having a lot of fun and ripping each other all the time. We get stuck into each other about everything: about the football or about Fifa. Anything. It's all part of team bonding. It's all very natural.

I'm probably a bit of a cheeky grandson like my brother as well. We both tend to take the mickey a bit much.

If you're in scenes with a guy you know really well in a comedy, you tend to crack each other up too much.

Keep your hair on, mate,' Kevin said chirpily as he jumped off the table. 'Oh wait, you haven't got any, have you …

His mother laughed. "Go along with you now. Save your sweet-tongued blarney for the likes of Kathleen.

Do you want your scarf back?' I asked. 'No, just the girl who goes with it.' Oh my gosh, that guy knows his lines.

Fitz!' Motley greeted me. 'Hello, stupid!' she added. The

Fred: "Is that brick wall your boyfriend?" Doug: "Only in my dreams." Fred: "Oh, you too? I'm Fred." Doug: "Doug. I should mention, in all fairness though that Christy's boyfriend is my best friend. He's the brick wall you should be worried about.

When they got to Sam Sheridan's house, Mel preceded Jack up the walk toward the front door while Jack began toting luggage and gifts. "Mel," he called, causing her to turn around to see him smiling brightly. "You're starting to waddle," he said proudly. "Uh!" she exclaimed, tossing her hair as she turned abruptly away from him. Although

are you a wedgie? Asked Massie. No. Then why are you all up in my butt? Said Massie

Jessica, you are a pain in the arse, do you know that? If I were not so immensely fond of you, I should throw you out the window. She wrapped her arms about his waist and laid her head against his chest. Not merely 'fond,' but 'immensely fond.' Oh Dain, I do believe I shall swoon. Not now, he said crossly. I haven't time to pick you up.

I love these pet names, she said, gazing soulfully up into his eyes, Nitwit. Sap skull. Termagant. How they make my heart flutter!

That is what I like about you, Mr. Dashwood, she said. You are so decisive. It saves me the bother of thinking for myself. That is what I like about you, Mrs. Dashwood, he said. You are so sarcastic. It saves me the trouble of trying to be tactful and charming.

Adieu, Lord Dain," she answered without turning her head. "Have a pleasant evening with your cows." Cows? She was merely trying to provoke him, Dain told himself. The remark was a pathetic attempt at a setdown. To take offense was to admit he'd felt the sting. He told himself to laugh and return to his… cows.

You're an idiot, Goon, you know that?" Paul Wattenburg said to him one morning. "No, as a matter of fact I didn't," Goon said, then laughed. He called himself Goon too. On the first day of school, his math teacher, Miss Langley, asked him his name and he said, "Goon." "I beg your pardon," said Miss Langley. "See, my name's Gary Boone," Gary

Now, if you make fun of my plan I'll give you bad coffee for a week, and then where are you, sir? cried Mrs. Jo, tweaking him by the ear just as if he was one of the boys.

Watch it, minx, he warned with a lift of his brow. If you intend to taunt me for every foolish statement I've made in my life, you'll force me to play Rockton and lock you up in my dark, forbidding manor while I have my wicked way with you. That sounds perfectly awful,she said gazing at the man she loved. How soon can we start?

Seriously, Macey snapped. go. Kiss. A baby can you believe her? Preston asked, coking his head towards macey. everytime she sees me, all she does is call me baby and talk about kissing. Macey looked like she wanted to kill him. But I kind of wanted to laugh.