Quotes About Humor

People always find it amusing when they see a friend suffering, Stig thought.

Karina and Tho-orn, sitting in a tree-ee. Kay-eye-ess-ess-eye-en-gee.

What did he do? Your friend, I mean?" he asked. "He puked into his helmet," Will said. "Extensively," Horace added. The

The soldiers chuckled. One of them, a grizzled veteran, rose and walked over to where Duncan and his two senior officers were standing. He made a show of inspecting the ground, brushing aside a few twigs and rocks, then spread out a none-too-clean neckerchief and gestured for the King to sit. "There you go, my lord. Your royal bum should be comfortable there." The

Oh dear, oh deary me!" Thorn said in a ridiculous falsetto voice. "What are we going to do? It's twelve big hairy guardsmen and Mahmel in a natty green hat." It was all very well to joke about it, Hal thought, but the situation was serious.

I'll think of you when I'm tucked up in a warm bed at Castle Araluen and you're all out sleeping in muddy ditches and drafty barns." A chorus of cheerful abuse met this comment

was an old Ranger joke and they all smiled.

sarcasm isn't the lowest form of wit. It's not even wit at all.

Stig here could probably eat a ship if he was hungry enough," Thorn said, straight-faced. Stig looked sidelong at him. He was used to the old sea wolf's teasing. "I'd need a lot of salt," he said.

Halt rolled his eyes. "Yes, there's a problem! You sound as if you swallowed a dictionary and then threw it up!

WILL COULDN'T HELP SMILING TO HIMSELF. ANYTHING LESS like a ferocious, charging wild boar, he couldn't imagine.

I'm his first mate," he said firmly. From the crowd below, they heard a cackle of laughter. "Good for you, boy! A first mate should always stick up for his skirl!" "Shut up, Svengal," Erak said, without looking.

When Erak was safely out of earshot, Stig turned to his friend. "Of course, she'll sail rings around Wolfwind," he said. "Then why didn't you tell him that?" Hal asked, grinning. "I like my head where it is.

Halt glanced down at his friend's belt quiver. Like his own, it was empty. "Lost your arrows somewhere, did you?" he said, and the two of them laughed.

If a person ever wanted to capture you three," she said, "he'd just have to bait the trap with a pot of coffee." Will nodded. "And we'd go gladly," he agreed.

Halt? Are you awake?" "No." The ill humor in the one-word reply was unmistakable. "Oh. Sorry." "Shut up.

voice: Is that a bony backside I see sticking up out of the grass by that black rock? I think it is. Perhaps I should put an arrow in it if its owner doesn't GET IT DOWN!

Remember, nobody expects you to be Halt. He's a legend, after all. Haven't you heard? He's eight feet tall and kills bears with his bare hands . . .

They stood on rather unsteady legs and began to bellow out the ribald tale of a penguin who fell hopelessly in love with a humpback whale.

I suppose next you'll be putting wings on her so she can fly?" Hal laughed. "I've been thinking about that. Not sure if I can get it to work . . . yet.

You know, Horace," he said at length, "you used to be a most agreeable young man. Whatever happened to you?" Horace turned a wide grin on him. "I've spent too much time around you, I suppose," he said. And Halt had to admit that was probably true.

What about me?" Halt said, with mock severity. "Do I grow more handsome every day? More impressive, perhaps?" Gilan eyed him critically, his head to one side. Then he announced his verdict. "Scruffier," he said.

Bij Gorlogs tanden!' En ze trommelde geërgerd op de tafel. 'Gorlogs baard is het,' souffleerde Halt vriendelijk. 'Volgens mij heeft hij ze allebei.' - Vrouwe Pauline

Here we go again . . . There's nothing wrong with the way I smell,' he said. 'I've got a mature smell, I have.' 'So has cheese,' Stig told him.