Quotes About Humor

Somebody needs to make Scooby a snack or something, 'cause this howling is freaking old!

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

He secretly thought this a fool's errand. Nïx, or Nucking Futs Nïx as the coven called her, was rarely lucid and had a diabolical sense of humor. And Myst had been warned that Nïx was "in a pissy mood" this evening.

Court jester or ambassador. Same difference. Either way you entertain the king.

You knew I'd say I'd protect you? And that vexes you? Should I have said that you're shite out of luck and all on your own, but thanks for the hot fuck!

He drew in closer to ask in all seriousness, "You're mad, aren't you?" "As—a—hatter," she murmured back.

Because of a few shifter beheadings? Come on, Lizvetta, it's not as if I went around cock-slapping gnomes.

Relax, I'm just going in up to my waist. And what about the piranhas? I doubt the fishies'll snack on anything critical. He leaned in to murmur at her ear, They only go for small prey.

Which made me laugh, of course. If you ever want to get truly hysterical, just get really, really scared, and then have somebody say something funny. You get caught between the laugh and the sob, and it's hard to find your way out.

I see you have Sgiach placed in the middle, Thanatos said. Yeah, along with onion rings, Hostess Ding Dongs, and my name , Aphrodite said.

Jock byl vmžiku u mne a vnutil mi do ztuhlých prst? jednu ze svých proslulých brandy se sodou. (Tajemství proslulých Jockových brandy se sodou spo?ívá v tom, že je dÄ›lá bez sody; je to jednoduchý trik, který si každý snadno osvojí.)

she looked about as hard to get as a haircut and at about the same

I feel rather blue to-night. I am a horrid little goose, I know - but the trouble is, I can't help being a horrid little goose.

Get it into your thick head that jokes are just like life. Things that begin badly, end badly. Everything's fine in the middle, it's the end you need to worry about.

As these two officials took their places, Dorothy asked: Why is the colander the High Priest? He's the holiest thing we have in the kingdom, replied King Kleaver. Except me, said a sieve. I'm the whole thing when it comes to holes.

He laughs best who laughs last,' and the only way to laugh last is to give the other fellow a chance. Where did that knife come from, I wonder.

Scraps thought it was odd that they could be so easily amused, but decided there could be little harm in people who laughed so merrily.

Mary-Lynnette: You have not read 'Pride and Prejudice'. Ash: Why not? Mary-Lynnette: Because Jane Austen was a human. Ash: How do you know? Mary-Lynnette: Well Jane Austen was a woman, and you're a chauvinist pig. Ash: Yes, well, that I can't argue.

I think it's something like Mr. Peter Sloane and the octogenarians. The other evening Mrs. Sloane was reading a newspaper ans she said to Mr. Sloane 'I see here that another octogenarian has just died. What is an Octogenarian, Peter?' And Mr. Sloane said he didn't know, but they must be very sickly creatures, for you never heard tell of them but they were dying.

OK, in all seriousness, I would say I couldn't be in a relationship without equality, generosity, integrity, spirit, kindness and humor. And awesomeness.

I have a very dark sense of humor. I swear. I have a very playful relationship with Jesus.

There is a close relationship between the "ha-ha" of humor and the "aha!" of discovery.

We're, ah, taking a break to evaluate things, and, um, reexamine our relationship, so I stuffed him in a closet!" I burst out in shame. Timmie's eyes goggled. Is he still there?

I'm the kind of guy who can't keep a plant alive for a week, let alone a relationship.