Quotes About Banter

You're such a pain in the ass. (Butch) Said the SIG to the Glock. (V)

One more thing." "What." "I think we're dating now." As V barked out a laugh, the cop shrugged. "Come on....I got you naked. You wore a damn corset. And don't get me started about the sponge bath afterward." "Fucker." "To the end.

You're such a pain in the ass. (Butch) Said the SIG to the Glock. (V)

I love you, asshole." Then Gavin laughed. "Right back at you, dickhead.

Liz: "Talking is overrated." Gavin: "Now you sound like a guy." Liz: "That's why you like me." Gavin: "Because you're a guy?

You could try being funny more often," she added, releasing her grip on his shirt. "If you do, I think I might someday be able to tolerate you, if I don't kill you first." Jason grinned. "That's the nicest thing any girl ever said to me.

We stop at the door. I'm still smiling. 'Well, bye,' Noah says. 'Don't call us! We'll call you!' I say to Noah. And I shoot the air with cowboy guns. Noah blinks.

A ta place, je tournerais la langue sept fois avant de parler, répliqua-t-il, une pointe d'espièglerie dans les yeux. - Dans ta bouche ou la mienne? Il se redressa et haussa un sourcil, l'air surpris. - Isabella, serais-tu en train de me faire du charme? Celle-ci poussa un long soupire théâtral. - Pas très subtil, hein?

Mr. Sourpuss Pants God I love her Nicholas " Thomas crowed. When he noticed that neither Nicholas nor Inez looked impressed by the words he added quickly "In a totally sister-in-law type fashion of course.

I was like 'Okay, sure, fine, whatever swings your string,' and she was all 'Babycakes you swing my string,' which is a really nice thing for someone to say to you, especially before you use mouthwash

A gaggle of giggles?" Meyer said, trying that one on me. My turn. "How about a prance of pussycats?" "Not bad at all. Hmmm. A scramble of scrumptious?

You're a funny man, Post.

Jonathan is a musician and my best friend. I hope he does not read that last part. I would never call him my best friend to his face. I am from Massachusetts and he is from Connecticut, and New Englanders do not say things like that.

If you are hotter than me, does that make me cooler than you?

Normal person flirting: Hey Cutie wassup? Me flirting: Your face. I like that.

You're an asshole, you know that?' I asked him. It figured he would pick today to be funny and personable, but I wasn't in the mood. He smiled. 'I know. I work really hard at it.

Oh, wonderful, you're growing on me at an alarming rate. If I get to the point that I agree we're friends, shoot me.

LUCAS GOT HOME, changed into jeans, a wool vest over a white dress shirt, and an Italian cotton sport coat, blue-black in color that would be excellent, he thought, for nighttime shoot-outs. It hadn't yet been tested for that. When he got back downstairs, Flowers had come in, wearing a barn coat, jeans, and carrying a felt cowboy hat. His high-heeled cowboy boots made him an inch taller than Lucas. "There better not be a fuckin' horse in my driveway," Lucas said.

Lucas nodded at him and said to the younger cop, "If you think that haircut makes you look like a Ranger, it doesn't. It makes you look like a fuckin' whorehouse doorknob." "Yeah, well, fuck you, too," the younger cop said. The older cop said, "Whorehouse doorknob? That's good. I'll have to remember that.

In my family, Father is the world champion at ending conversations.

SPIDER: I guess you've got a point. RAYNIEDAY: No, I've got a stake, LOL.

I'm the only Red in our family! You know my father, my brother, my brother-in-law, my 14-year-old niece and two of my uncles are all City season ticket holders. So I'm gonna say 5-0 to United!

Are Luisa and Valerie back?" "This afternoon, commercial flight. Luisa wanted to know, and I quote, 'whose nutsack she needs to gargle' to score a seat on the jet next time." "Woman has a way with words.

I don't know what you two are up to," Hobart said. "But you be careful now, you hear? Don't do anything I wouldn't do." "Well now, that doesn't restrict us very much, does it?" Mark teased back.