Quotes About Teasing

You.... tapped that ass. Presumably it was, phat?

You don't have to make fun of it. Actually I do, I said. I make fun of almost everything.

Where is your unit? Murphy asked. I wiggled my eyebrows at her. Right where it's always been, dollface.

Whatever," I said. "It's getting cloying in here. Are we there yet?" He smiled. "Jerk." "Wuss." "Jackass." "Pansy." "Philistine." "Dandysprat." "Butthead." "Whiner …

Pussy," Murphy said. I blinked at her. She smirked. "Too good, couldn't resist.

If you work on a comedy show, your basic form of communication is teasing. That's generally how we speak to each other: you communicate the information between the lines of insulting sentences.

Boys are honestly so immature it's not even funny I can never get away from being made fun of.

You're just being mean cause you know I'm taller than you!

People who feel insecure in social situations never miss a chance to exhibit their dominance over close, submissive friends, whomthey put down publicly, in front of everyone--by teasing, for example.

Why the Hatfords? Who else was as much fun to tease, trick, fool, annoy, harass, and just plain drive to distraction?

there is nothing I love better than slamming the ball in my older sister's face and making her chase after it.

Bite me, Goth princess," Shane called from the back. "Not literally or anything." "Maybe you should say that to Michael." "Not funny, Eve," Michael said. Eve raised her eyebrows and held her fingers up, measuring off about an inch. "Little bit," she said.

Oh, he is cute!" Shane said in a fake girly voice. "Gee, maybe we can ask him out!" "Shut up, you weasel. Claire, hit him!

why don't you just get the bunny slippers with fangs Myrin?

EVE:so thats the bathroom where shane spends houres doing his hair shane:bite me

She stuck out her tongue at him, and he leaned forward and -- to her horror -- licked it. Ewwww! Then don't stick it out. Shane smiled. If you're going to hang out in my room and tempt me, there's a penalty. One item of clothing per minute comes off. Perv. He pointed to himself. Male and eighteen. What's your point? You are so -- Say, you got any pleated miniskirts and knee socks? I really get off on --

You're my favorite sister. I snorted. Gosh,I'd hate to be your unfavorite sister. I might not survive. Hey,Kate,you know I'm just teasing when I give you a hard time. Yeah,right,and the teasing just keeps me laughing.

Do ye want me to be a horse, a bear, or a dog?" "A hedgehog." "A hedgehog? And just how does a hedgehog make love?" he demanded. No, I thought. I won't. I will not. But I did. "Very carefully," I replied, giggling helplessly. So now we know just how old that one is, I thought.

I am thinking that you're verra beautiful, Sassenach, he said softly. Maybe if one has a taste for gooseflesh on a large scale, I said tartly, stepping out of the tub and reaching for the cup. He grinned suddenly at me, teeth flashing white in the dimness of the cellar. Oh, aye, he said. Well, you're speaking to the only man in Scotland who has a terrible cockstand at sight of a plucked chicken.

Don't you know any better, guava-head?" "Don't call me that!" the smaller boy shouted, face contorting in rage. "Shitface!" "Frog-guts!" "Caca-brains!

There's at least one person on every team that everyone likes to make fun of.

I think my parents raised me well. And I'm pretty straight edge. All my friends make fun of me for being straight edge.

Flirting is conversational chemistry.

There is a stirring of gaiety and intimacy, of slaps on the back, which surrounds Dr. Marne, a business of old jokes and teasing; but at the center of this merriment there is a zone of respect that is never breached, not only because Marne is a physician, public health officer or something of the sort, but also because he is a friend, or perhaps because he's a poor bastard who bears his misfortunes while remaining a friend.