Quotes About Humor

She really did believe that when all was said and done, only experience with a person could give you a sense of their spirit—their values, their dreams, their demeanor, and their sense of humor.

A woman needs to have a number of qualities for me to really fall for her. She has to be bright. Being brilliant, like you, is a bonus. She has to have a great sense of humor—like yours. And finally—even though I sound like I'm reading from a Kelly Connolly resume—she has to be independent. Fiercely independent.

you do have to admit SEAL Team Six has the better name. Infinitely more bad ass, right? Green Beret? Really? I get that your little hats are the distinguishing part of your uniform. But did they really have to name the entire unit after them? I mean, was the name Pink Unicorns already taken?" he finished, bursting into laughter at his own joke.

She was relatively cheerful and full of humor by nature, and could only maintain a state of rage for so long.

Either your couch just gave birth to a litter of throw pillows, or you have a woman living here." "You

Smile, it's better than a poke in the eye.

Man has always assumed that he was more intelligent than dolphins because he had achieved so much-the wheel, New York, wars and so on-while all the dolphins had ever done was muck about in the water having a good time. But conversely, the dolphins had always believed that they were far more intelligent than man-for precisely the same reason.

Careful, Edmund," I said. "She eats guys for breakfast." "Should I pour milk on meself?" Edmund asked me, and grinned.

What is that?" Dad said, looking at the doll. "It's called the Scream," I said. "I know that, but what us it?" Dad said. "Maybe she sleeps with it," I said to Dad as he tucked it under his arm. "Then no wonder it's screaming," he said.

He is one of those wise philanthropists who, in a time of famine, would vote for nothing, but a supply of toothpicks.

One time G.K. Chesterton, the rolypologist, was patted on the stomach by his adversary, George Bernard Shaw, a beanpole of an infidel, and was asked what they were going to name the baby. Chesterton replied immediately that if it was a boy, John, if a girl, then Mary. But if it turned out to only be gas, they were going to name it George Bernard Shaw.

And what sound does ough make? As somone once noted, "A rough, dough-faced, thoughtful ploughman strode through the streets of Scarborough; after falling into a slough, he coughed and hiccoughed." This should be read by the learned as "A ruff, doe-faced, thawtful plowman strode throo the streets of Scarboruh; after falling into a sloo, he coffed and hiccupped." Quite a language we have here.

If clichés were candied fruit, walnuts, and raisins, the Book of Psalms in The Message would be a three-pound fruitcake.

Dick Van Dyke was my first idol. He's an amazing physical comedian, like a classic clown, but also very smart and not afraid to show vulnerability.

From there to here, and here to there, funny things are everywhere.

I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, It's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, And that enables you to laugh at life's realities.

All those Nupboards in the Cupboards they're good fun to have about. But that Nooth gush on my tooth brush.....Him I could do without.

Nonsense wakes up the brain cells. And it helps develop a sense of humor, which is awfully important in this day and age. Humor has a tremendous place in this sordid world. It's more than just a matter of laughing. If you can see things out of whack, then you can see how things can be in whack.

Never mix the peepee and the poopoo, for if you do, a peepeepoopoo potion will persist a pong until the next blue moon.

Oh you wanna be a muhfuckin funny guy? Dont make me break your Kevin Hart boy.

If you don't want to laugh or touch things that are farther away, then I don't want your advice anyway.

The people I grew up around who I really liked were quick on the draw. It always just wowed me. And my mum would make weird funny comments. I can see in myself her self-deprecating, hippie humour. I can't take myself too seriously.

Well, I think to myself now, domestic bliss may be one thing, but domestic goddess you are not.

Dolphin-safe tuna, that's great if you're a dolphin. What if you're a tuna? Somewhere there's a tuna flopping around a ship going, "What about me? I'm not cute enough for you?"