Quotes About Banter

Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you? MERCUTIO: The slip, sir, the slip; can you not conceive?

If you can mock a leek, you can eat a leek!

Sir, se lei fosse mio marito, io le avvelenerei il tè. -Madam, se lei fosse mia moglie, io lo berrei. Dialogo tra Lady Astor e Winston Churchill

An old battleax of a woman said to Winston Churchill, If you were my husband I would put poison in your tea. Churchill's response, Ma'am if you were my wife I would drink it.

Lady Nancy Astor: Winston, if you were my husband, I'd poison your tea. Churchill: Nancy, if I were your husband, I'd drink it.

Quieres reírte de mí? Cuando alguien me decía: Thank you, yo contestaba: Of nothing.

I believed him. (Ravi was a merciless teaser. The first time he called Mamaji "Mr. Fish" to my face I left a banana peel in his bed.)

She did notice, however, that he was in no hurry to get off her. He continued to sprawl across her on the table. Not that she was making any big point of shoving him off, of course. Reaching for a jocular tone, she commented dryly, "You're a hell of a kisser, English." But his voice came back, sexy and low, "You're not that bad yourself, island girl.

What, no Power Rangers Band-Aids ?" "Shut up, Garett." "Yes, ma'am.

Isabella: "Why are you being so mean to me?" Harry: "Because i love you" Isabella: "Does that ever work?" Harry: "On my mother it does." Isabella: "I'm not your mother." Harry: "I know that already, because I'm enjoying your company.

I just called you corny and said you were wearing a green dress. That's, like, the least flirtatious thing anyone's ever said." "I'm willing to believe it's the least flirtatious thing you've ever said." "Why are you so hard on me when I'm so nice to you?" "Why are you so nice to me when I'm so hard on you?

Lawrence says, "I have an old maiden aunt too, and her place smells just like this. What [i] is [/i] that smell, anyway?" "Age and desperation?" I suggest. "Bitterness and despair?" Vanessa says. "Baked fish?" says Harry. "She does like tilapia," I admit.

all in good fun,

For a moment," he says, "I wondered if it wasn't you shooting bolts at me." I make a face at him. "And what made you decide it wasn't?" He grins up at me. "They missed.

You're terrible at this whole 'tell me whatever I want to know' thing." My hand goes to the crossbow, but I don't pick it up. He sighs. "Just ask me something. Ask about my tail. Don't you want to see it?" He raises his brows.

Have I told you how hideous you look tonight?' Cardan asks, leaning back in the elaborately carved chair, the warmth of his words turning the question in to something like a compliment. 'No,' I say, glad to be annoyed back in to the present. 'Tell me.' 'I cannot,' he says, then frowns.

Um," he said, because his conversational skills were amazing.

Have I told you how hideous you look tonight?" "No. Tell me." "I cannot.

If he gets himself killed like this, she is never going to let him live it down.

Long live Jude,' she says with a wink, setting down the tray on a table with a clatter of the pots and saucers and whatnot. 'No thanks to me.' I grin. 'Good thing you're a lousy shot.' She holds up a packet of herbs. 'A poultice. To draw any fever from the blood and help the patient heal faster. Unfortunately, it won't draw the sting from your tongue.

Better to take consorts,' Locke says. 'Lots and lots of consorts.' 'Spoken like a man about to enter wedlock,' Cardan reminds him.

Have I told you how hideous you look tonight?" Cardan asks, leaning back in the elaborately carved chair, the warmth of his words turning the question into something like a compliment. "No," I say, glad to be annoyed back into the present. "Tell me." "I cannot," he says, then frowns.

Have I told you how hideous you look tonight?" "No, tell me." "I can't.

For a moment,'' he says, ''I wondered if it wasn't you shooting bolts at me.'' I make a face at him. ''And what made you decide it wasn't? He grins up at me. ''They missed.