Quotes About Banter

Do you know the difference between courage and foolhardiness, Dresden?" "Any insurance adjuster would say no." He waved a hand at my banter, as though that was all the acknowledgment it deserved. "Hindsight," he said. "Until the extended consequences of any action are known, it is both courageous and foolish. And neither." "Well," I said, "tonight you earned yourself a Schrödinger's Medal, I guess.

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

Pussy," Murphy said. I blinked at her. She smirked. "Too good, couldn't resist.

Sorry to spoil your man time, there, Hemmingway.

No matter how severe Vadderung's people might be, they're always cheered by the chance to give you a hard time.

My double snorted. "That's good. That really is, the banter thing. I can't do the banter very well. Maybe that's why you're in charge. Of course, if I was in charge more often, you'd get laid a lot more—but no, that's not it, either.

If you work on a comedy show, your basic form of communication is teasing. That's generally how we speak to each other: you communicate the information between the lines of insulting sentences.

This is an inside joke and your on the outside!

You're just being mean cause you know I'm taller than you!

Things seem a little prickly between the two comics. Stephen Fry is the next player out and the two of them end up in a cash game back at the hotel. I hear that Fry gets the better of Gervais again, is not above a few cheeky put-downs when he wins the pot, and Gervais snaps, 'I might be bad at poker, but at least I'm not gay.

Well, you're not exactly Superman, but you're awfully available.

A merry Christmas to all my friends except two.

We're not dating," Alec said again. "Oh?" Magnus said. "So you're just that friendly with everybody, is that it?

I once dated a weather girl, we talked up a storm.

Karen made a face. Oh, c'mon. I don't think so, I said. Old Play-by-the-Rules McKinley, said Brian, laughing at me. I could hardly stand him. You've got that right, I said, and turned away.

there was nothing but mutual mischief.

Expecting anybody else?' Shane asked Eve. 'Your distant cousin Jack the Ripper dropping by too?' 'Screw you, Collins.

Shane dragged Eve's suitcase into the room and dumped it on the floor beside her bed. "Hey, Dark Princess? Here's your crap. Also, bite me.

See? she heard Shane yell at the kitchen. She doesn't stomp around like a cattle stampede! Bite me, Collins! No bacon for you, either!

Hey! Claire called after him, as she leaned her backpack against the wall. No onions! Your loss! I meant for YOU! Not if you want to get kissed tonight! Damn, girl. Harsh.

Bite me, Goth princess," Shane called from the back. "Not literally or anything." "Maybe you should say that to Michael." "Not funny, Eve," Michael said. Eve raised her eyebrows and held her fingers up, measuring off about an inch. "Little bit," she said.

You are not my high school crush, idiot." "Great. I can die happy, then.

Oh, he is cute!" Shane said in a fake girly voice. "Gee, maybe we can ask him out!" "Shut up, you weasel. Claire, hit him!

I'd kiss you, too, if I was closer."(claire) "I wouldn't," Michael said. "I don't love you that way." "That's not what you said last time."(shane) "Ass."(michael) _________________________ "No," Shane said. "I'm not leaving you two here alone. We stick together." "I'm still not kissing you," Michael said. "Tease.