Quotes About Humor

I can still kick your pony-lovin' butt with twice this much pain." Thomas shrugged, "I do love ponies. Wish I could eat one right now.

He whipped out his sheet, then pulled it over himself and wrapped it tightly around his face like an old woman in a shawl. 'How do I look?' 'Like the ugliest shanky girl I've ever seen,' Minho responded. 'You better thank the gods above you were born a dude.' 'Thanks.

Shuck it," Minho responded. "I'm tougher than nails. I could still kick your pony-lovin' butt with twice this pain." Thomas shrugged. "I do love ponies. Wish I could eat one right now.

Thomas jabbed a thumb over his shoulder and raised his eyebrows. "You met our new friend?" Miho responded, a smirk flashing across his face. "Real piece of work, this guy. I gotta get me one of those shuck suits. Fancy stuff." "Am I awake?" Thomas asked. "You're awake. Now eat—you look horrible. Almost as bad as Rat Man over there, reading his book.

Yeah, you're a regular Mozart...well, except for the whole music thing.

Hello, Noses!

Did Thomas the boring slinthead actually make a joke?

You have a gift for making a compliment sound like an insult.

Nothing like a good friend to toss you down a flight of stairs.

Taste good?" Brenda asked as she dug into her own food. "Please. I'd push my own mom down the stairs to eat this stuff," Thomas said. "I'd kill your mother for something fresh out of a garden. A nice salad." "Guess my mom doesn't have much of a chance if she's ever standing between us and a grocery store." "Guess not.

Nice to meet you," Brenda replied, I'm a Crank. I'm slowly getting crazy. I keep wanting to chew off my own fingers and randomly kill people. Thomas here promised to save me." Though she was obviously joking, she didn't even crack a smile. Thomas had to hide a wince. "Funny, Brenda." "Glad to see you still have a sense of humor about it," Teresa said. But her face could've turned water to ice.

All of them, you slinthead shuck-faced piece of klunk." Minho smiled.

A small piece of bacon flew out of his mouth when he spoke.

Rose took my nose, I suppose. And it really blows...Get it? It really blows. My nose. Taken by Rose. I suppose.

How could they be in the same room and not joke about some smell or make fun of some clueless slouch nearby? How could she ever stand in front of him and not leap at the chance to communicate telepathically?

Why would you even want those nasty things on your head?" Misty asked. "You do realize where that's been, right? Covering up the Toad's nether regions?

Dude, you tried to slice my you-know-whats off!" Thomas laughed, something he hadn't done in a long time. He welcomed it happily. "Too bad I didn't. Could've saved the world from future little Minhos.

That'll be hilarious if he does all this, wakes up in some dude's body, then gets hit by a bus the next day. I'd even go to his funeral.

You met or new friend?" Minho responded, a smirk flashing across his face. "Real piece of work, this guy. I've gotta get one of those shuck suits. Fancy stuff.

And the cure for the Flare's gonna fly out of your butt any second.

For the love of mincemeat. - Sera

Sorry I'm so brilliant," Michael said. " 'Tis a burden I must bear.

All Sera could do was shake her head. "Please understand, Dak. The only reason the older me is walking so close to the older you is because there's not a whole lot else to choose from." "Whatever you say," Dak told her. "Come here, let's hook our arms together and see if it's a good fit." "Gross," Sera said. "I'd rather make out with my dog.

and Bobette Duck. Unbelievable. Might as well be called Stinky and Butt-Ugly.