Quotes About Humor

I don't get it. I'm sexually attractive to a remarkable degree- And humble. It's not bragging if it's true. And I'm his-which means, this is in the bag. Or should be.

I hope this one's a show-er and not a grower, or I'm a dead woman.

Despite everything, I felt my lips twitch. If he weren't a homicidal god-wannabe, and I didn't have a murderous red witch inside me, we might've been friends. When his laughter died down, he said, "Back in the day, we would've made a great reality TV show. The Sol and Empress Show." "The

Joke 'em if they can't take a fuck. -NATALIE

Apparently, he was a show-er and a grower.

So three Bagmen and a slaver go into a bar . . ." Finn began as the wails grew closer. Selena whipped her head around, hissing, "Are you serious, Magician? They're almost here." "What?" Finn whispered. "Just because we're about to be swarmed by bloodthirsty zombies doesn't mean we can't have a laugh." Matthew made a eureka! hand gesture. "Zomedy!" "Damn straight, Matto.

What do you get when you mix two Baggers, a bloodthirsty toga-wearing card, and a half-mad Empress? Road trip A.F.–style.

Tell me about the vampire, or not, dove. But none of us really wants to be here." "I'll tell you," Nïx said, her gaze rapt on his horns. "But only if you let me lick your rock-hard horns." "Nïx!" Regin's attention snapped back to this conversation. Eyes wide, Nïx cried, "Who said that?? I didn't say that!

She chuckled. Chuckled! "I speak Pirates of the Caribbean.

You guys are humming my balls, right?) ~ Finn

And exactly how old are you, MacRieve?" "Twelve hundred, give or take." She glanced back at him, as though gauging if he was jesting. When he raised his brows, she said, "Great Hekate, you're a relic. Don't you have a museum exhibit to be in somewhere?

Way to hurt my feelings, Wroth. She sniffled. Now I'll really have to kill you.

Carrowicus much drunkicus or Hot-assicus in my greedy handsicus.

In all seriousness, she said, If a phantom has an orgasm, is it a phantasm?

The witch Mariketa had been the one to sense it, telling her: "You do know you're totes preggo, right?

Lothaire rolled his eyes. "Mothman. Really, Elizabeth? Really?

I was right. Cat food tasted worse on the way up. As my best friend Mel would've said in my situation: "Somebody better get some mothertrucking filet mignon up in this bitch, or I will MUTINY.

In general, I tried not to take myself too seriously—I called myself "the manalyst," after all. My life's motto: Joke 'em if they can't take a fuck.

So help her, if Pig-Pen was a blond . . .

I'm not a bunny, Rydstrom. And is that bark?" With a laugh, she said, "Good gods, you brought me bark to gnaw on!

With a roll of her eyes, Regin said, "Oh, yeah, like the soothsayer doesn't already have your number." Nïx winked at her.

When a group of young females had asked her what one should name her horse, she'd answered, "I like the sound of Fellatio." When Rydstrom had confronted Sabine about it, she'd said, "Do you know how priceless it was to hear that demoness sigh, 'I love my Fellatio'? Even gold can't buy moments like that!

Well, if it isn't Nucking Futs Nïx," he muttered to himself as she parked the wheezing car. Never had Cade seen such an abused Bentley. There were dings in the body, mud all over the tires, smoke tendrils rising from the hood, and at least two bullet holes. A Garfield doll was stuck to the rear window.

Am I wearing a wife-beater, Lizvetta?" He gaped down. "Oh, come on!