Quotes About Humor

Yeah according to my- Hey, are you staring at my chest? -Rose to Adrian

Keith was just bringing the glass to his lips when Adrian said, "Mmm. O positive, my favourite." Keith sprayed out the wine he'd just drunk and promptly started coughing. I was relieved that none got on me. Jill burst into giggles, and Clarence stared at his glass wonderingly. "Is it? I thought it was a Cabernet Sauvignon." "So it is," said Adrian, straight-faced. "My mistake.

We all stared at the scoreboard in stunned silence. Only Carter was able to get anything out. "That," he told Robert exuberantly, "is how a bird in the hand gets up before the early worm." "That doesn't make any sense," said Roger. Carter pointed at the scoreboard. "Neither does that, but there you have it.

You made good time," I said by way of greeting. "Did Belikov bend the rules of time and space to get here so fast? He can do that, right?

You know, I might miss some of your witticisms when you're gone, but one thing I won't miss? Your overwhelming sense of melodrama and despair. It's too much even for me.

Rose laughed at that. "Oh, this I've got to see, comrade. Dimitri Belikov, badass god, installing a baby's car seat.

Oh God," I groaned, "Seth Mortensen just said 'fucking' out loud. The end of times are near.

Hey Mason, wipe that drool off you face. If you're going to think about me naked, do it on your own time. -Rose to Mason

Christian's family lived under the shadow cast by his parents. They had purposely become Striogi, trading thier magic and mortality to become immortal and subsist on killing others. His parents were dead now, but that didn't stop people from not trusting him. They seemed to think he'd go Strigoi at any moment and take everyone else with him. His abrasiveness and dark sence of humor didn't really help things, either.

Hey, Volusian, you haven't been checking me out, have you?" He gave me his trademark bland stare. "I assure you, mistress, the only allure your bare flesh has for me is to remind me how easy it will be to slice open." I laughed. If not for the fact he was actually serious, he'd be so much fun.

Adrian was completely deadpan. 'So. You're saying my sister is dressed like a prostitute.

You have the patience of a saint," I grumbled, slouching into a chair. "And besides, you don't hang out with him 24/7." "Neither will you. It's only 24/6." "Same difference. It might as well be 24/10." She frowned. "That doesn't make any sense.

Can't you ever get off for good behavior?" he joked. "Sure," I called over my shoulder. "If I was ever good.

Too bad I couldn't take Hopper out drinking with me. He could have become Bar Hopper.

Oh," he said, knocking a red ball into a hole. "It's you." "You were expecting someone else?" I asked. "Am I interrupting your social calendar?" I made a big show of glancing around the empty room. "I don't want to keep you from the mob of fans beating down your door.

Look at you," I teased, walking over to her. "Fearlessly vanquishing Cashew the Deranged Squirrel.

What do you think, little dhampir? I was pretty badass with that plant, wasn't I? Of course, it would have been more badass if I'd, I dunno, helped an amputee grow a limb back. Or maybe separated Siamese twins. But that'll come with more practice.

You make a joke out of everything. Life's too painful not to.

Wow. You look…really nice today. Did you do something different?" Only a thirty-four-year-old virgin, I thought.

Are you sure?" he said. His tone was lighter now, turning him back into the Adrian I knew. "Because I've got a lot more terms of endearment to use. Honey pie. Sugarplum. Bread pudding.

And yet, once again, you're the one who finds romantic subtext in everything I say." "I do not. You know that's not what I meant." He shook his head in mock sympathy. "I tell you, Sage. Sometimes I think I'm the one who needs to take out the restraining order on you." "Adrian!" But he was already out the door, knowing laughter echoing behind him.

Jerks," I muttered. Then I brightened. "Oh, hey. Doughnuts.

That makes sense," Adrian said "It does?" He glanced at me, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. "Yes, little dhampire. Sometimes you make sense. Go on.

Crees que pienso en ti todo el tiempo? A menos que te llames Adrian Ivashkov te estas engañando.