Quotes About Sarcasm

Julia Louis-Dreyfus is just perfect in 'Veep.' She gets to show off the spiky claws beneath her patrician finesse. The obvious way to play 'Veep' would be to make Louis-Dreyfus a folksy heroine, one with more common sense or populist heart than her enemies. But she isn't one.

I would like to do something modern and possibly funny.

I like laughing about cruel things because life is cruel.

I'm an old cynic.

Personally, I'm such a cynic.

I'm kind of sarcastic. Not cynical but sarcastic.

I have a big cynical side to me.

Boxing fans are a very cynical bunch.

I'm not cynical at all.

I probably carry a fair amount of sarcasm in my daily life.

You know what I hate? Indian givers... no, I take that back.

You're quite the humanitarian. By the way, thanks a fuck of a lot for leaving me off your who-to-save list. You're on it, Alfredo Garcia. I just didn't want to say it out loud and have you call me Nancy or Tinker Bell. Yeah, I would have done that.

Oh Christ. Put me back with the zombies, Strawberry Shortcake." [p. 411]

So far, being dead is about as much fun as a barbed-wire G-string. Yes, there is such a thing. They invented it in Hell, which is where I am. I already said I was dead. Where else would I be? Try to keep up.

No. You open it." "You think I put a bomb in there? Maybe snakes? Maybe a snake bomb?

I'm okay." "You're an idiot is what you are." "That too probably.

With a coterie of unpleasant residents doing mischief with travelers." "What's a coterie?" "A somewhat large group." "How large?" "Some say an army," said Ipos. "But a minor one." "Why didn't you say so? It sounds completely reasonable." "Good." "No, it doesn't. I was being sarcastic." Merihim frowned.

I heard every time you call an excommunicated priest 'Father,' an angel gets hemorrhoids.

There's no such thing as privacy with Ian," Taylor said. "I think of that every time I shower," Nichelle said. "It doesn't matter if you're showering," I said. "He can see through your clothes, anyway." "That makes me feel a lot better," Nichelle said sardonically.

A man walks into a bar and says: Take my wife–please. But you take him instead.

What are you? An after school special?

Plus, I was about to spend six weeks with Christian Ozera. He was sarcastic, difficult, and made jokes about everything. Actually, he was a lot like me. It was going to be a long six weeks.

About time," Christian said. "Lissa and Adrian get the market share on worrying about you, but they're not the only ones. And someone needs to put Adrian in his place, you know. I can't do it all the time." "Thanks. It kills me to say this, but I missed you too. No one's sarcasm compares to yours in Russia.

Kill me, Doug. Just kill me now. Put me out of my misery." "Christ, Kincaid, what did you say to him?" murmured Doug. "Well," I told Doug, "I ripped on his fans and on how long it takes for his books to come out." Doug stared at me, his expectations exceeded. "Then I said—not knowing who he was—that I'd be Seth Mortensen's love slave in exchange for advanced copies of his books.