Quotes About Banter

Not bad," she finally said. "At least you left out the oh-my-God sauce this time." "Made myself a batch with it," Shane said. "It's got the biohazard sticker on it in the fridge, so don't bitch if you get flamed. Where'd you pick up the stray?" "Outside. She came to see the room." "You beat her up first, just to make sure she's tough enough?" "Bite me, chilli boy.

why don't you just get the bunny slippers with fangs Myrin?

You're not going to suck.'' ''Not at the guitar, anyway,'' Shane said, deadpan. Claire punched him in the arm. ''Ow.

Because you know, I'm your best friend, but you're just not that badass, man.

Here. Have a Coke. That's good for a sore throat, right?" "Good for everything," Shane croaked, and took the extended cold can with good grace. "Thanks." "You owe me a dollar," Eve said. "I'll add it to the five thousand you already owe me, though." He blew her a kiss, and she stuck her tongue out at him, and that was the end of the subject, thankfully.

Michael patted him on the shoulder. "I like this plan," he said. "You and Eve, picking up cake and flowers, and you can't even say a word. Should be tons of fun." Shane almost choked, and gave Michael a sideways glare. Michael sent him a hundred-watt smile in return—no fangs, which was probably for the best.

claire:dont do anything dumb or ill kill you myself shane:ouch girl whatever happend to unconditional love around here

SHANE:WANT SOME SHANE ASKED.COME AND GET IT BAT BOY MICHAEL:YOUR NOT MY BLOOD TYPE BRO

Moi?" He put his hand over his heart and did his best wounded-innocent look. "You must be thinking of some other uncouth jackass. Which makes me jealous, by the way.

Nice Shane said. I'm warming up to this bloodsucking thing Mikey. No you're not. Okay no I'm not but right now let's pretend I am.

EVE:so thats the bathroom where shane spends houres doing his hair shane:bite me

Hey." Shane's hip nudged her chair, and he bent over, putting his mouth very close to her ear. "What are you doing?" "Thinking." "Stop." "Stop thinking?" "You're doing way too much of it. It'll make you go blind." She laughed and turned her face toward his. "I think you're thinking of something else.

Chuck said, "Hey. How many surrealists does it take to screw in a lightbulb?" Cawley looked over at him. "I'll bite. How many?" "Fish," Chuck said and let loose a bright bark of a laugh.

Jamie shook his head at me admiringly. "And here I thought I married you because ye had a fair face and a fine fat arse. To think you've a brain as well!" He neatly dodged the blow I aimed at his ear, and grinned at me.

Dorothea is a Grey," he pointed out. "Any member of her family would pause on the gallows to exchange witty banter with the hangman before graciously putting the noose about his neck with his own hands.

You don't have any hair at all at the tops of your thighs, I said, admiring the smooth white skin there. Why is that, do you think? The cow licked it off the last time she milked me, he said between his teeth. For God's sake, Sassenach!

clishmaclaver.

There's at least one person on every team that everyone likes to make fun of.

In the changing-room, I'm seen as one of the jokers. I like to have a laugh; there are quite a few of us. That what helps make a good atmosphere in the changing-rooms. You've got to have a few jokers but obviously serious when the time comes.

You know when you go to Australia you will get sledged. That's the fun of the game.

The good thing about being a pundit now is you have ex-footballers together and there's good banter. That's what it was like in the dressing room every day.

People talk to pass the time, share information, and entertain each other.

Curran looked back at me. "Why is it you always attract creeps?" "You tell me." Ha! Walked right into that one, yes, he did.

Not only will you sleep with me, but you will say 'please.'" I stared at him, shocked. The smile widened. "You will say 'please' before and 'thank you' after." Nervous laughter bubbled up. "You've gone insane. All that peroxide in your hair finally did your brain in, Goldilocks.