Quotes About Humor

Joss] 'Poor unhappy wreck. I sometimes feel the best thing he could do would be to throw himself away and start afresh. But he won't be cross with me. Not with lovable old Weatherby. Did I ever tell you that I once saved him from drowning back in America? Stick your head through the transom and watch how his face lights up when I appear.'... 'Aha J.B.' said Joss sunnily. 'Good morrow.' 'Oh, you're there are you?' said Mrs. Duff.

he had put it in the hands of a young man who in all his life had only once shown genuine inspiration and initiative – on the occasion when he had parted his hair in the middle at a time when all the other members of the Bachelors' Club were brushing it straight back.

Když žena ví vÅ¡e, pak pravidelnÄ› ?ekají nÄ›jakého muže maléry.

She was oppressed by the eternal melancholy miracle of the fat man who does not realize that he has become fat.

But lots of fellows have asked me who my tailor is. Doubtless in order to avoid him, sir.

What on earth did he do after that? London late at night—or even in the daytime, for that matter—is no place for a man in scarlet tights.

I have always considered you an extremely sound young potato.

You could tell it was classical, because the banjo players were leaning back and chewing gum; and in New York restaurants only death or a classical speciality can stop banjoists.

Don't do it. Women are the devil, whether they marry you or jilt you. Do you realise that women wear black evening dresses that have to be hooked up in a hurry when you are late for the theatre, and that, out of sheer wanton malignity, the hooks and eyes on those dresses are also made black? Do you realise...?

Bertie : [on Gussie] Any message for him? Roderick Spode - 8th Earl of Sidcup: Yes. Tell him I'm going to break his neck. Bertie : Break his neck, right. And, if he should ask why? Roderick Spode - 8th Earl of Sidcup : He knows why. Because he is a butterfly, who toys with women's hearts and throws them away like soiled gloves! Bertie : Do butterflies do that? Roderick Spode - 8th Earl of Sidcup : Are you trying to be funny?

the hand that counteth its chickens ere they be hatched oft-times doth but step on the banana-skin.

I killed him with my niblick, said Celia. I nodded. If the thing was to be done at all, it was unquestionably a niblick shot.

I ate cheese gravely.

Emerson," I reminded him, "says a friend may well be reckoned the masterpiece of Nature, sir." "Well, you can tell Emerson from me next time you see him that he's an ass." "Very good, sir." "What I want—Jeeves, have you seen that play called I-forget-its-dashed-name?

Ski-ing, indeed! What on earth does the fellow want to ski for? Isn't there enough sadness in life without going out of your way to fasten long planks to your feet and jump off mountains?

But he has. Much funnier. In a way it was a sort of compliment, but Archie felt embarrassed. He withdrew coyly into the cushioned recess.

I was exercised about the poor fish, as I am about all my pals, close or distant, who find themselves treading upon Life's banana skins.

Papa te llamas papa y no patata

Life is a sandwich of activity between two periods of bed-wetting

the levity of the doomed has no equal.

Do you write novels? I said. Novels, Lord no, she said. I can't even stay married.

Women are really not respected to this day. That's why we need humor, style, stamina, art.

We're in business—romantic lighting," she dryly intoned. "Ha ha ha.

I'm half Italian." "Which half?" the words were out before Tessa could stop them. Was she flirting with him? She never flirted with men. His lips curved in a slow, sexy smile that made her heart trip. "From the waist down.