Quotes About Banter

Damon: "What about me?" Rebekah: "You have a nice behind.

It'd hardly be worth having a brother at all, if you couldn't smack him in the head every once in a while.

The episode," he said. "You mean when I put my tongue down your throat and lifted your skirts and put my hand on your pudenda in that hardly-worth-mentioning way." "It would be good of you not to mention it," she said.

I can take a joke," she said. "I've married you, haven't I?

Why, so you can charm my panties off again?

Gotta be a full moon bringing out the crazy," Mitch said. "Maybe the crazy just follows you," Aidan suggested. In turn, Mitch suggested Aidan was number one. With his middle finger.

Don't tell me, Ford said. Another Ginger Goddess. Nah, Logan grinned. I just wanted to see if you knew how to make a sissy drink. It was good though. Thanks. Sawyer, still sprawled back in his chair, laughed. Okay, that was it. Ford was cutting everyone off, the f***ers.

Look," she said, "apparently you bring out my inner slut. I'm not going to thank you for that." Wyatt smiled that sexy smile of his. "I could make you." She pointed a finger at his nose. And then lowered it so it was pointed at another part of his anatomy entirely. "Don't even think about it." "Oh, I won't," he said silkily. "But you will." And she knew he was right.

Give me," she said. "Don't you mean please give me?" "You want me to beg?" That smile spread slightly. "Nah. I just heard you beg plenty." "I did not beg." But she had. She so had. Still grinning, still naked, he pulled her against him and pressed his mouth to her shoulder. "My panties, Mark.

Maybe you were frisking her, Ethan suggested with a smile. In return, Jacob suggested something with his middle finger. Huh. Again with the no comment, Ethan noted. Maybe she wore out your tongue?

Did you just try to inhale me?" he asked, looking amused. "Ha." She crossed her arms. "You wish.

You crazy?" Tucker asked Jake.

Hey, are you guys coming or what?" Caleb called to them from the trailhead. "Or do you need a room?" Kel looked at Ivy. "I hope you don't mind that I'm going to have to kill him. I'm sorry for your loss.

Bite me, faerie fruitcake.

Keep it up, wise guy. I'm always going to be taller than you once you're lying unconscious on the ground.

Pansy, Murphy sneered. Thomas leered at her. You make my stamen tingle when you talk like that, Sergeant.

She gave me a hard look. No one likes a wiseass, Harry. Are you kidding? As long as the wiseass is talking to someone else , people love 'em.

Butters blinked at looked at Thomas. My God, he said. You've been shot. Thomas hooked a thumb at Butters. Check out Dr. Marcus Welby, MD, here. I'd have gone with Doogie Howser, maybe, I said. Split the difference at McCoy? Thomas asked. Perfect.

Where is your unit? Murphy asked. I wiggled my eyebrows at her. Right where it's always been, dollface.

Thomas hooked a thumb at Butters. Check out Dr. Marcus Welby, MD, here. I'd have gone with Doogie Howser, maybe, I said. Split the difference at McCoy? Thomas asked? Perfect.

Back-to-back, Bayard replied, and Grimm felt the sudden, wiry pressure of the other man's shoulders pressed against the middle of his back. I should be friends with taller people, Grimm panted. Bite your tongue, old boy, or I'll hack apart your ankles.

Whatever," I said. "It's getting cloying in here. Are we there yet?" He smiled. "Jerk." "Wuss." "Jackass." "Pansy." "Philistine." "Dandysprat." "Butthead." "Whiner …

You always a wiseass?" "No. Sometimes I'm asleep." He

Butters blinked and looked at Thomas. "My God," he said. "You've been shot." Thomas hooked a thumb at Butters. "Check out Dr. Marcus Welby, MD, here." "I'd have gone with Doogie Howser, maybe," I said. "Split the difference at McCoy?" Thomas asked. "Perfect." "You've been shot!" Butters repeated, exasperated.