Quotes About Punch

Oh, hell," Kelsier said. "There's actually a God?" "Yes." Kelsier decked him. It was a good, clean punch, thrown from the shoulder while he brought his other arm up to block a counter strike.

Oh, hell," Kelsier said. "There's actually a God?" "Yes." Kelsier decked him.

Oh, hell," Kelsier said. "There's actually a God?" "Yes." Kelsier decked him.

Well, then, however the old sea-captains may order me about--however they may thump and punch me about, I have the satisfaction of knowing that it is all right; that everybody else is one way or other served in much the same way--either in a physical or metaphysical point of view, that is; and so the universal thump is passed round, and all hands should rub each other's shoulder-blades, and be content.

It is a new trend, and it is here to stay. Unfortunately, if you cannot write punch dialogues, you are not treated as a dialogue writer.

At first, we both miss a few sharp bursts of wild punches and then, BANG! I catch him with a full swing left hook and he goes down like a ferret down a hole after a rabbit. When that punch landed, I broke my hand, again, and simultaneously broke his jaw. I wonder if that is an entry into the Guinness Book of records?

Fall down again, Bella?' No, Emmett, I punched a werewolf in the face.

He thinks I will hit him. Strike him, with a large stick. Foolish mule. Oh no, I am much more cunning. I will surprise him with kindness… until he grows calm and dispenses with all watchfulness, and then… ha! I shall punch him in the nose! Won't he be surprised! No mule can match wits with me. Oh yes, many have tried, and almost all have failed!

My thing is that if you love the sport, appreciate the sport as a whole. If you love the sport, you love the slick boxer; you love the guy who can box and punch. You love the brawler.

Let's use that empty noggin of yours as a punch bowl, so it's at least good for something!! Whadja say?! Ooh, but I love punch!!

Maybe the only significant difference between a really smart simulation and a human being was the noise they made when you punched them.

Pleased as punch. That's an odd-sounding turn of phrase, isn't it? How can a punch be pleased? It's punch. Rum and lemons and such. And if it's the other sort of punch they mean, a punch in the face- well that doesn't sound very pleasing at all, does it?

Tiny gold sparks flared in his irises. You're in my rooms in my bathtub naked and you're still mouthing off. Did he expect anything different? Hey, I didn't kick or punch you in the throat. I consider this progress. And you haven't choked me again, which is some sort of record for you...

I can hit hard, trust me.

Critics who attack my wife bug me. It makes me want to pay 'em a visit so I could give 'em a good punch in the nose.

I used to drink soda everyday, Hi-C everyday, and Hawaiian punch. That's how I grew up in Brooklyn.

Hey, Sookie," Holly said, pausing on her way to the back to fetch her purse. "You'll be at the wedding, right?" "Sure, wouldn't miss it." "Would you mind serving the punch?" This was an honor—not as big an honor as being a bridesmaid, but still significant. I'd never expected such a thing. "I'd be glad to," I said, smiling.

I love the Midwest accent.

Needle in a haystack's easy - just bring a magnet." Eliot stared witheringly at Hardison. "You take the poetry out of everything." "Says the man who'd just punch the haystack.

There's a charming assholeness to Bill, and it's how really has gotten through life," remembered Betty Thomas..."That was how I thought of him, as this charming, always seducing, assholey kind of guy. But asshole in the old fashioned sense of asshole. Like, a jerk willing to make a fool of himself -- willing to do anything to get the girl. And there's something admirable about that, and there's something that makes you want to punch somebody like that.

Mhm, Kate, the chief of security. Sexy. Who better to guard my body than the woman who owns is?" "Curran, I will punch you." "Rough play." Curran pretended to shiver in excitement

Don't change shape," Raphael snapped. "Shut up." "Be good or I'll kiss you in front of everybody." "Hell no," I snarled. I had to hold on and live through this so I could punch him in the face. It was a great goal.

Mhm, Kate, the chief of security. Sexy. Who better to guard my body than the woman who owns it?" "Curran, I will punch you." "Rough play." Curran pretended to shiver in excitement.

The only dangerous scene is when James Cromwell put a stake in my chest. But other than that, it turned out to be quite a punch. I didn't think much of it.