Quotes About Humor

Wait! Conrad said. Did someone... one of my enemies set this fire? Nix turned back with a grin. Unless you'd pissed off some wirring-hungry nutrias, then I'm going with no.

Because of one unsuccessful beheading?" She tapped her claw to her chin. "Wow. I never thought you were such a pussy. I'm rethinking our friendship.

Regin to Declan: Lemme guess, Regin said. You had your introductory spiel all planned, but rational thought deserted you when you saw me stroll in braless.-- --For the record, She continued, it's not my fault I came in here looking like Chesty LaRue. You caught me on laundry day, so I have no undergarments on. Though I will cop to a little extra spring in my step for your benefit.

Regin: "I finally understand what a dickie-do is. Your gut does stick out more than your dickie do.

MacRieve: You can't drop a line like that without unpacking it. Nix: Just did. You-Lame. MacRieve: It's MacRieve!

Jackson snorted. And Selena play-slapped his chest, like he was her mischievous boyfriend. At that, the inital mrowr pfft pfft I'd felt transformed into I will cut a bitch.

Just lie back, wench. She snickered. Did you call me wench ? Well, you certainly dated yourself there, didn't you? Sometimes I forget how old you are. What's your age, anyway? Thirty-seven? Thirty-eight? I'm thirty- three .

Outside, I muttered, 'Let us set you up?' I already cleaned you out of PowerBars, bitch

Nix and Emma: 'Looks like you just found a new talent.' 'Great. Why couldn't I be good at underwater origami or something?

This food is one hundred percent not drugged because I couldn't find any drugs.

Insight: if a guy I had sex with ever carved a notch into his bedpost, I'd tell him to carve one into mine too—and then to go make me a fucking sammich.

Let's just put it this way: I don't think I'll be able to twerk my way out of this.— —Don't know what twerk means, Melanthe.—

He clenched his jaw and forced himself to even his tone. No' necessarily. It's just that you'll be doing it three or four times a day. With a man of your advanced years? Advanced years? By God, I am going to throttle her.

Lanthe whirled around and punched her sister in the tit. Regrettably, Sabine was wearing a metal breastplate.

Earlier, I'd found Lark in the gym, telling her, "I'm giving Cyclops a bath." Her response: "Your funeral.

You're not leaving me behind. Or I'll do a spell to make you smell like ass. Forever.

Or she could command him to repeatedly stab himself in the dick. Then she'd run away as fast as she could manage—seeing as she would be laughing really hard.

Wow, he must get more ass than a toilet seat!

The best way to get over a man is to get under an Italian.

My tone was part bubbly, part cutting - a mash-up of sugar and snide so perfected I should TM it.

What about the old standby of kicking a guy in the groin? Try to. Love to...

Death wants to gank me? Must me Tuesday.

We're going to be together. And have terrible, terrible little children.

Until someone invented a fang condom, she'd continue stealing from the blood bank.