Quotes About Mockery

You pompous, rotund, neighborly, vacuous, complacent... - Yossarian

Why," swore Yossarian at him approvingly, "you evil-eyed, mechanicallyaptituded, disaffiliated son of a bitch, did you walk around with anything in your cheeks?

A small bubble-shaped craft sat on two legs that ended in what looked like oversize duck feet. The bubble was made of green-tinted plastic. There was a small propeller at one end. "Are you kidding me?" Dan asked. "Did you buy that at Target?" "I designed it myself," Alistair said, patting it.

How am I doing so far? she asked, forcing a cheerful lightness into her voice. You're doing very well, Nick's lazy voice mocked. I'm half convinced that I'm invisible.

For a man who's just inherited a small empire, Ian, you have a remarkably sour expression on your face. Would you care to join me for a drink and a few hands of cards, my lord?" An ironic smile twisted Ian's lips as he turned to acknowledge one of the few aristocrats he respected and regarded as a friend. "Certainly," he mocked. " Your Grace. " Jordan Townsende laughed. "It gets a little tedious, does it not?

How am I doing so far? she asked, forc­ing a cheer­ful light­ness into her voice. You're doing very well, Nick's lazy voice mocked. I'm half con­vinced that I'm in­vis­i­ble.

Their humor is underdog humor, a put-down of what is more powerful than they.

There is that indescribable freshness and unconsciousness about an illiterate person that humbles and mocks the power of the noblest expressive genius.

Gabriel flashed him the one-fingered Mudra of Contempt.

There are clowns who make you laugh, there are clowns who laugh with you and there are clowns who laugh at you."

Mencione a essência dos seus desejos e sentimentos religiosos, e o povo rirá zombeteiramente, ou sorrirá com nojo.

Parodies are hard to do well, as is shown by the mediocrity of so many recent attempts. No matter how ripe a genre is for satirizing, unless you know how to do it, there are no guarantees.

Yeah, right," Minho said. "And Frypan's gonna start having little babies, Winston'll get rid of his monster acne, and Thomas here'll actually smile for once." Thomas turned to Minho and exaggerated a fake smile. "There, you happy?" "Dude," he responded. "You are one ugly shank.

Good try, ya bugging shank. The Gathering elects Runners, and if you think I'm tough, they'd laugh in your face.

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

If you want to throw me in jail for trying to save someone's life, then go ahead. Next time I promise I'll point at them and laugh.

Shuck it," Minho responded. "I'm tougher than nails. I could still kick your pony-lovin' butt with twice this pain.

Pipe it, shuck-face,

Ridicule is the unfortunate destiny of the ridiculous.

A sneer is the weapon of the weak.

Your fascinating admirer waits here for you,' said Donovan, indicating a vacant and grass-grown lot at the corner. 'Yes, Matty dear, when you've gone to your virgin bed, he sits here, in his car, watching your room to make sure of your exclusive interest in him—the whole town's laughing its head off about it,' he added cruelly, and glanced swiftly sideways to see how she would take it.

Do you swim? Hunt? Wrestle? I see. Can you use a crossbow? Your longest shot? Can you count? Read and write? Ah, the sting of sarcasm—Have we a scholar here? Then produce us a specimen," said Lymond. "What about some modest quatrains? Frae vulgar prose to flowand Latin. Deafen us, enchant us, educate us, boy.

I know that ridicule may be a shield, but it is not a weapon.

The Great Zaganza said: You are very fat and stupid and persistently wear a ridiculous hat which you should be ashamed of.