Quotes About Humor

Don't grumble," I said. "Or I'll bake you more cookies.

I could shave my head and wear a sackcloth and still get a whole lot of ghostly wrong numbers. Makes me wonder if there's some kind of ghost-necro porn industry down there. ~Jaime Vegas

I'm not a shrink. Never been to one. Shot a couple. Don't think that counts.

What's that old joke? "A friend helps you move; a real friend helps you move a body.

I don't doubt tall, dark, and seriously cute had a vision, but I'm still going to wait for Kit's call on this one. Did she just call me cute? Corey said. Hayley turned on Tori. Did you just flirt with my boyfriend? Boyfriend? Corey said. Are you coming? I asked Corey. Or staying to flirt back? Bossy, isn't she? Tori said. Yeah, I think it's hot, Corey said with a grin.

Yep, Gin and Brandi. Call me crazy, but naming your daughters after alcoholic beverages is just asking for trouble.

I don't suppose you remember where you left your clothing, Daniel murmured to me. Chloe gave a soft laugh. That's always the problem, isn't it? Okay then. You two go find that. We'll meet you here. Hopefully everyone will be in human form. A wry smile. Though I'll warn you, he's not a whole lot more pleasant that way. At least as a wolf, he can't talk. The wolf growled, but she only laughed and gave him a pat, then tugged him away as we went to retrieve my clothing.

Too bad Guy interrupted, I said as we snuck around the rear of the building. Otherwise, I could have just walked you down here before you changed back. His look said he wasn't dignifying that with a retort. I always wanted a dog, I said, nearly running to keep up with his long strides. My brothers were both allergic. Have I told you that? Once or twice. Maybe, someday, you could humor me and— Don't finish that sentence.

He looked around as if expecting a posse of armed gunmen to round the corner at any moment. When footsteps sounded, he tensed, muscles bunching, prepared to leap up and defend us against-- Two preteen boys passed the alcove. One of them saw us and whispered to his friend. They grinned our way and shot Daniel a thumbs-up. When they'd gone by, I pushed him off me. "Okay, I might have overreacted," he said as we sat up. "You think?

You look beautiful," he said. "You're parentally obligated to say that." "True.

I promise not to try to get you back into the woods." He paused. "For at least forty-eight hours." I laughed. "So you are on a schedule." "No, I'm impatient.

Am I the only one around here who thinks Maya has a hidden Y chromosome?" Hayley said. "If she does, she's hiding it pretty good," Corey said, giving me a lascivious once-over.

I'm not stupid--" "God forbid," he muttered. "What's that supposed to mean?" "Just agreeing. You're not stupid.

So what do I get when I beat everyone?" I said. " When ?" Corey shook his head. "Do you need a wide-load sign for transporting that ego? Fine. Beat all of us and I'll kiss you." "Speaking of egos…

Would you like to join us, Rafael?" my mom asked. "Or do you go by Rafe?" "Usually." A disarming grin. "Unless I'm in trouble.

Maybe there's something out there. Giant eels or whatever." "Giant eels?" Corey let out a whoop of a laugh, too loud and too long. Desperate to cast off the fear and unease and find his old self again. "Hey, I'm not the moron who was worried about great white sharks," said Sam. "Um, that was Nic.

Figures," Corey muttered. "Survive a forest fire, helicopter crash, and killer eels, only to slip on a rock.

Figures," Corey muttered. "Survive a forest fire, helicopter crash, and killer eels, only to slip on a rock." "That's what you get for trying to take charge," Hayley said. "No kidding.

Rafe's right. You are pretty. I like your hair." She reached out and stroked a lock hanging over my shoulder. "I wish mine was straight. I used to straighten it, but it never really worked. I don't think I was doing it right. Rafe tried to help, but--" She giggled. "He's not a good hairdresser." I couldn't help smiling at that image.

You shouldn't be here," I said. "I'm still dreaming, aren't I?" "That depends. Am I better looking?" I gave a soft laugh and shook my head. "Do I at least smell better than I did yesterday?" "No. Sorry.

Did I go to sleep and wake up in the nineteenth century?" I looked down at my jeans and T-shirt. "Ack! I can't go to school like this. Where's my corset? My bonnet?" Dad sighed as Mom walked in with her empty teacup. "What did I miss?" she said. "Dad's trying to marry me off to Daniel." I looked at him. "You know, if you offer him a new truck for a dowry, he might go for it.

What did I miss?" she said. "Dad's trying to marry me off to Daniel." I looked at him. "You know, if you offer him a new truck for a dowry, he might go for it." "Apparently, I said the wrong thing," Dad told Mom. "Again." "Never hard with our daughter.

Well, no matter how dire the situation, if my dad offers you a new truck, don't do it. There's a serious string attached." "Huh?" he said. I told him what my dad had said. That got him laughing and as we pulled into the school parking lot, even the sight of Rafe waiting for me only made him roll his eyes.

Oww…," he said. "There'd have been a bigger oww if he hadn't swerved," I said. "That would not look good on your obituary. Survived a helicopter crash, armed kidnappers, and three days in the woods, only to get mowed down by a passing redneck." "From now on, we'll flag down cars from the shoulder." Daniel looked at Corey, who was rubbing his sore butt. "Or maybe the ditch.