Quotes About Banter

What are you babbling on about, woman?" sighed Chloe. She'd picked this phrase up from her father and imitated his weary tone perfectly. They'd made the mistake of laughing the first time she did it, so she'd kept it up, and said it just often enough, and with perfect timing, so that they couldn't help but keep laughing.

Oh God, Oh God we're all gonna die doesn't really fit the definition of banter, now does it?

Don't kiss me," she said warningly. "I don't intend to," he replied, smiling a little. "I don't have my whip and chair with me.

It wasn't a suggestion that I was taking up too much of your life; that I was somehow blocking your view of better things. It was an invitation to banter.

I was just thinking if the sex with you is one-tenth as fun as arguing with you. I'll be one happy bastard." "You'll never find out. You--------" He kissed me. ~ Jack Travis & Ella Varner

How old are you? Twelve?" "Fourteen & three quarters." His eyes sparkled. "You're kind of little for fourteen and three quarters." "Am not," I replied indignantly. "I'm a sophomore this year. How old are you?" "Seventeen and two fifths." Hardy Cateses & Liberty Jones.

I suppose when you say you slept with him, it was more than just a nap?" Lillian shot her a withering glance. "Daisy, don't be a pea wit.

Todd? Are you still there?" "Yeah. I'm just trying to think of a good reason to continue our friendship." I grinned. "Jealousy is so unattractive Todd." "It would help if you could tell me one thing that's wrong. One flaw. Bad breath? Warts? Some condition that requires anti fungal spray?" "Would chest hair be a flaw?" "Oh, yeah." Todd sounded relieved." I can't stand a chest rug. You can't see the chest cut.

Good God-is there nothing you won't stoop to?" "If there is," Lillian replied smartly, "I haven't discovered it yet.

If you look at vaudeville in theaters vamping between acts, it was always jokes written and banter in the moment.

'Friends' was an education in intelligent comedic banter; in intelligent vernacular. It was an education in scene study. It was an education in group dynamic. I came out of there with a master's degree in comedy.

Looka that," Debs snapped back at him. "Talking asshole." Hood

Not always. Sometimes it's ass," Vince said, cleverly bringing ass back into the conversation one more time. I began to wonder if there was a hidden camera, with a smirking game-show host handing out a prize every time we used the word.

if you're going to be a jerk about something, make sure you're funny.

Sorry. I forgot your lust for small talk. And how have you been in the fourteen hours since we last spoke, eight of which you were sleeping?

Where's your kilt? How about this, he said in a low voice. You don't ask me about haggis and bagpipes, and I won't ask you about garlic and Goodfellas.

Oh!" Celeste clapped her hand to her mouth, stifling laughter. "Matt said a bad word!" "I said titillating, not tit." "Now you said a bad word!" Celeste squealed.

I touch a hand to Sabin's bicep and squeeze. "You're getting all beefy, Sabe." "I'm quite sexy, you know. It's sickening how ripped I am. I don't know how any other dudes can stand to be around me because my macho manliness is too much to bear.

What? It's my job as best friend to make sure he's not a serial killer. Or an English major, not sure which one's worse.

All the best, Sydney P.S. "The Red Hurricane" is what I named the car. P.P.S. Just because I like you, it doesn't mean I still don't think you're an evil creature of the night. You are.

rolf! what? are you really rolling on the floor laughing? well, please stay down there for a sec while I KICK YOUR ASS.

No funny stuff in here tonight, you understand?" Dash said, "I assure you I could not contemplate any of your so-called funny stuff seeing as how I have no idea why I'm even here." Mark scoffed. "You bookish little pervert." "Thank you, sir!" Dash said brightly.

I can flirt with the best of them, but only when it doesn't matter.

Elijah, as always, is being unusually kind. While he himself is not lonely, he doesn't mind talking to lonely people. He is the Mother Teresa of banter.