Quotes About Humor

V chuckled. I had to do something to shut you up. Every damn time I've run into you since I grew it, you ask me if I've French-kissed a tailpipe. (Rhage)

Fuck. Me, Vishous Breathed. I will so pass on that, Lassiter muttered.

Fine, good , Mary thought. Then how about dragging your skinny ass out of here and making sure your replacement is an ugly, two-toothed gorgon in a muumuu.

Well . . . in the words of Vishous, want in one hand, shit in the other? See what you get most of.

Rhage's hand landed on Butch's shoulder. Besides, you don't look a thing like him. I mean...hello? You're this beefy Irish boy. He's like...bus exhaust or some shit.

Tohr laughed softly. Yeah, I'm not much for the emotive crap either-Ouch! Wellsie, what the he*l?

I'm not cock-blocking for kicks and giggles. The mothership called

Don't make me flip you off Why would I deprive you of a favourite hobby? Because my finger's getting sore.

I think we're dating now Come on...I got you naked. You wore a damn corset. And don't get me started on the sponge bath afterward.

Lassiter hit pause and clamped a hard hand on his shoulder.Sit the fuck back. Watch and learn. What? How much I hate rom-coms? How 'bout we just stipulate that and let me go. You're going to need this. For my second career as a pussy?

Tohr took a pull of his beer. "What the hell is this?" "When Harry Met Sally." Tohr lowered the longneck from his mouth. "What?" "Shut it. After this, we're going to watch an episode of Moonlighting. Then An Affair to Remember—the old-school one, not that stupidity with Warren Beatty. Then The Princess Bride—" Tohr hit the switch by his hip and straightened the chair up. "Okay. Right. Have fun with this—

Vishous: ...we both would slaughter anything that so much as startled you. Jane: I'm scared of mice and spiders. But you don't need to use that gun on your hip to blow a hole in a wall if I ran into one, okay? Havaheart traps and rolled newspapers work just as well. Plus, you don't need a Sheetrock patch and plaster job afterward. I'm just saying.

Cause nothing said lovin' like a shitload of motion detectors.

Fucking lilacs. I'm the only immortal with allergies. I swear.' - Eddie, Crave

I brought us all Big Macs," he said happily. "I know you dig 'em, remember?" "What the…" Tohr tightened his grip on his shellan, just in case . . . well, shit, with the way things were going lately, anything could happen. "What are you doing here?" "It's your lucky day, motherfucker.

I suppose this is for the best, Blay said into his shoulder. You can't cook. See? I'm so not Prince Charming.

Fucking hell. Did you guys plan that out? Yeah, and if you don't fight us--Hollywood bit down on his grape Tootsie-Pop--we'll do it again--only with dance moves this time. Spare me. Fine. Unless you agree to home it, we will rock the dance moves.. To prove the point, the moron linked his palms behind his head and started doing something obscene with his hips. Which was backed up by a series of, Uh-huh, uh-huh, ohhh, yeeeeeeaaaah, who's your daddy....

Wow, she breathed. I know, right? Hung like a horse. If you're really nice-and you live through this-I'll promise not to tell V. About my size. She laughed a little, No, that you assumed I'd look at you in any fashion other than professionally.

It was a universal truth among males that anytime you saw a guy get it in the nuts, you experienced a shot of phantom pain in your own croquet set.

This is going to be a really long couple of months if we worry about ever little twinge. You just tried to throw up your liver. I did not. So you were working on your pancreas?

That scent she threw off was not anything by Chanel. Unless they'd recently added a Tragedy line.

There was a heavy, dark pause of vast significance. Which Jim broke by flashing his hands and belting out, "Booga-wooga!" At least Eddie laughed. Adrian flipped Jim the bird and headed to the fridge for another beer.

You so need to lighten up about that potato-launcher incident, Butch said. Phury rolled his eyes and eased back in the banquette. You broke my window. Of course we did. V and I were aiming for it. Twice. Thus proving that he and I are outstanding marksmen. — J.R. Ward (Lover Unbound

Vishous : Oh, shit... you didn't rose-petal the bed, my lord. Tell me you didn't go like that ? Rhage : He petaled the bed ? Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! LOLOLOLOLOLO