Quotes About Banter

Garion started shaving. "Try to keep away from your nose," said Hettar wryly. "A man looks quite strange without a nose.

A lot of panel programmes rely on men topping each other, or sparring with each other, which is not generally a very female thing.

That'd be good. That'd be a right good laugh, man. Ye cannae catch me shuttin' up, man

Because you know, I'm your best friend, but you're just not that badass, man.

MEN, Charlene said. Leave that to you! Willa quipped.

Charles, mate, you fret too much. I'm a grown man, I am, and I can blood my handle." "Handle your blood?" Bones offered dryly. Ian grinned. "Exactly.

(She grabbed him for a bear hug.) Stop sexually harassing me, Mom. (Nick)

"Mr. Churchill you're drunk!" Mr. Churchill: "And you, Lady Astor, are ugly. As for my condition, it will pass by the morning. You, however, will still be ugly.

I'm often accused of saying some pretty rotten things about my mother-in-law. But quite honestly, she's only got one major fault - it's called breathing.

Raillery is a mode of speaking in favor of one's wit at the expense of one's better nature.

I'm always so glad I have no idea what you're vacantly chatting about," said Jace. It fills me with a sense of peace and well-being.

See?" I'd whispered to Bones, nudging him with a grin. "He never argues with her. Isn't that sweet?" A snort preceded his response. "Keep dreaming, pet.

Mr Witwould: "Pray, madam, do you pin up your hair with all your letters? I find I must keep copies." Mrs Millamant: "Only with those in verse.... I never pin up my hair with prose."

I love to engage in repartee with people who are stupider than I am.

Mmm. O positive, my favorite." "Is it? I thought it was a cabernet sauvignon." "So it is," said Adrian, straight-faced. "My mistake.

find this amusing. 'Didn't you say you lived in Richmond?' 'Yeah. So what?

We talked filth for a pleasant half hour.

Wit is the salt of conversation, not the food.

What's the matter?" said the foul old man. "Birdie got your tongue?

Joke exchanges are carried on in deadly earnest, like a verbal duel-mouth-to-mouth combat. Bang, bang: you're (linguistically) dead.

I'm all in favor of keeping dangerous weapons out of the hands of fools. Let's start with typewriters.

Stop teasing me, doc. You haven't got the tits for it.

I enjoy my pettiness with a dose of wit.

We almost made it to thirty seconds without an insult. I think we set a new record.