Quotes About Banter

You're getting into some kind of shape, cop. Aw, come on, now. Butch grinned. Don't let that shower we took go to your head. Rhage fired a towel at the male. Just pointing out your beer gut's gone. It was a Scotch pot. And I don't miss it.

Butch: -I hear ya. No one's biz but yours. One question though Vishous: -What Butch: -When the females tie you down, do they paint your toe-nails and shit? Or just do your makeup? Wait... they tickle your pits with feather, right?

The guy stroked his goatee. What do you call twenty guys watching the world series? The New York Yankees, Butch replied.

Vishous to Qhuinn: Listen, I gotta go. I need both hands to hold my gut as I laugh my ass off attcha. Later.

V chuckled. I had to do something to shut you up. Every damn time I've run into you since I grew it, you ask me if I've French-kissed a tailpipe. (Rhage)

Fuck. Me, Vishous Breathed. I will so pass on that, Lassiter muttered.

Sounds like you want a date, Lash, Qhuinn barked. Good deal, 'cause you keep that shit up, you're going to get fucked, buddy.

There was a heavy, dark pause of vast significance. Which Jim broke by flashing his hands and belting out, "Booga-wooga!" At least Eddie laughed. Adrian flipped Jim the bird and headed to the fridge for another beer.

So I want to share a little news. You getting married? Butch tossed back half the new Lag. Where you registered? Crate and Bury 'Em? Try Heckler and Koch. The Reverend opened his jacket and flashed the butt of a forty. Nice little poodle shooter you got there, vampire. Put a hell of a- V cut in. You two are like playing tennis, and racquet sports bore me. What's the news? Revh looked at Butch. He has such phenomenal people skills, doesn't he. Try living with him.

Hey, it's a party already," Trez called out as he and iAm arrived. "Oh, nice tux. Isn't that Tom Ford?" "Or was it Dick Chrysler," Rhage interjected. "Harry GM—wait, that sounds dirty….

Don't be an asshole, the guy snapped as he cracked a freshie. Oh, right, because two in this group would be overkill.

Butch clapped V on the thigh, then stood up, as if he knew exactly what V was thinking. Listen, I don't want you to feel bad. It's my animal magnetism. I'm irresistible. Smart-ass.

You going to try the rest of your gear on? he asked on an exhale. Or you want to whine about your pants a little more? Don't make me flip you off. Why would I deprive you of a favorite hobby? [Vishous to Butch]

Blay thought of the text that he didn't intend to ignore. "You suck." "Yes, I do, don't I." Qhuinn licked his lips. "And you like me to.

Rhage piped up. "Also, let's face it. You're the most reasonable one in this group." "A full cock going off," somebody chimed in. "Instead of a half cock like the rest of us." "Quarter cock in Rhage's case—" Hollywood wheeled around and glared at V. "Okay, fuck you—" "With what?

V?" Vishous raised his stare. "Yeah?" "I think you should know, after all this deep conversatin'…" Butch shook his head gravely. "We still ain't dating." The two of them busted out laughing

But thanks, my man." "One other thing." "What." "I think we're dating now." As V barked out a laugh, the cop shrugged. "Come on . . . I got you naked. You wore a damn corset. And don't get me started about the sponge bath afterward." "Fucker." "To the end.

You're such a pain in the ass." "Said the SIG to the Glock.

One other thing." "What." "I think we're dating now." As V barked out a laugh, the cop shrugged. "Come on . . . I got you naked. You wore a damn corset. And don't get me started about the sponge bath afterward." "Fucker." "To the end." As

One other thing." "What." "I think we're dating now." As V barked out a laugh, the cop shrugged. "Come on . . . I got you naked. You wore a damn corset. And don't get me started about the sponge bath afterward." "Fucker." "To the end.

How did that go?' he asked. 'Your first lengthy conversation with a girl your own age?' 'Fabulous,' said Artemis, voice dripping with sarcasm. 'We're planning a June wedding.

You're pretty hard-boiled, Tinker Bell. -Call me that name again and you'll be wondering how your bollocks wound up lodged in your windpipe--from below. Just because we don't get to your side of things much anymore doesn't mean we don't know anything. 'If you believe in fairies, clap your hands!' If you believe in fairies, kiss my rosy pink arse is more like it. Now are you going to shut your gob or not?

The man is moody as hell." I am not moody—" Yeah, bro." Kenji puts his utensils down. You are moody. It's always 'Shut up, Kenji.' 'Go to sleep, Kenji.' 'No one wants to see you naked, Kenji.' When I know for a fact that there are thousands of people who would love to see me naked—

Jeg tror jammen at du endelig har beseiret meg, svarte han med et humoristisk glimt i øyet.