Quotes About Humor

she'd survived Death by Expense Report

Roarke winced and began the delicate task of extracting his feet from his mouth.

I don't know if it's scientifically possible, but I swear there's about six months' worth of trapped boy-farts in this room.

I got some news anyway. She dropped her hands. Mavis is knocked up. Oh my God. Mavis was attacked? No, it was Leonardo. Mira clutched a hand to her breast. Shock radiated onto her face. Leonardo? Leonardo beat Mavis? Beat her? No, he banged her. You know, knocked her up. Confused, Eve shook her head, then began to laugh as the light dawned. Sperm meets egg, she managed as she had her first genuine laugh of the day. She's pregnant.

I've got a tip." "Me, too. Let a smile be your umbrella and you're gonna get your dumb ass wet.

Look after my cop," he called after her. "Just you try licking off that plate, boy-o," she heard him say to the cat, "and see what happens." It made her grin all the way downstairs.

I know I say people suck, but I didn't mean it literally.

Eve had privately dubbed them Moe, Larry, and Curly.

Jokes have a relation to the unconscious.' 'Jokes may indeed have a relation to the unconscious. But also: sometimes a joke is just a joke.' 'Directed against-' 'Directed against you. Whom else? The man who doesn't laugh. The man who can't take a joke.

All right, I thought, as one long-winded winner (And I'd like to thanks my parakeet and his veterinarian...) finally exited

Bella: Then why are you wearing that bandage like a sash? Phury: It makes my ass look smaller.

Man Rhage muttered, someone hit this place with the Hallmark stick. Until it broke.

You're getting into some kind of shape, cop. Aw, come on, now. Butch grinned. Don't let that shower we took go to your head. Rhage fired a towel at the male. Just pointing out your beer gut's gone. It was a Scotch pot. And I don't miss it.

Ride? Rhage snorted. Please. That thing is a sewing machine with an air dam taped to it. My GTO could dust the fucker in fourth gear from a dead stop. When there was an odd sound from behind, John looked back. So did the three Brothers. What. Xhex bristled and crossed her arms over her chest. I can laugh, you know. And that's . . . pretty damn funny. Rhage beamed. I knew I liked you.

Gimme an S! A T! An O! A C! Followed by a K-H-O-L-M! What's it spell? HEAD FUCK. - Jane

Rhage stepped out in front of him (JM), Hey, hi! How are you? Hollywood stuck his hand out. I'd like to introduce myself. I'm the piece of meat that's going to force you headfirst into your buddy Quinn's Hummer as soon as it gets here. Just figured I'd introduced myself before I rope your ass and throw you over my shoulder like a bag of sand.

Butch: -I hear ya. No one's biz but yours. One question though Vishous: -What Butch: -When the females tie you down, do they paint your toe-nails and shit? Or just do your makeup? Wait... they tickle your pits with feather, right?

Christ, don't you ever knock? It's Lassiter. L-A-S-S-I-T-E-R. How is it possible you're still getting me confused with someone else? Do I need a nametag?

Now tell me something. What's your word for husband?" "Hellren, I suppose. The short version is just hell." She laughed softly. "Go figure.

Son of a bitch Wrath breathed as a figure stopped twenty yards away. The glowing man laughed Well, if it isn't good king Wrath and his band of merry-merry happy-happy. I swear you boys should do kiddie shows, you're so fucking cheery. Great, Rhage murmered, his sense of humor's still intact. Vishous exhaled Maybe I can try to beat it out of him- Use his own arm to do it, if you can- Wrath glared at the two of them, who shot him back a pair of 'who-us?' stares

Hey, as you leave, Qhuinn wanted to say, will you do me a favor? I think my left ventricle is on the floor, so don't step on it as you pull out? Thanks. Great.

Hey, what are you doing, little one? You want more? You are just too much . . . you . . . oh, no . . . not the quivering lip . . . oh, no." Nalla let out a giggle. "Outrageous! You want more, and you know you're going to get what you want because of The Lip. Jeez, you've got your father wrapped around your little finger, don't you.

The guy stroked his goatee. What do you call twenty guys watching the world series? The New York Yankees, Butch replied.

Vishous to Qhuinn: Listen, I gotta go. I need both hands to hold my gut as I laugh my ass off attcha. Later.