Quotes About Sarcasm

There is this fallacy of the 'cool' comedian out there. You see the guys who take themselves very seriously and think they're being very suave and sardonic. But they're just jesters like the rest of us; they're just goons like we all are. The job is to make people laugh.

'Sit Here and Cry' was one of the first songs I wrote with that overdramatic sarcastic dry sense of humor, which is why the energy of the song doesn't necessarily reflect the subject matter.

Wilbur sighed. He was not by nature a sarcastic hamster, but Harriet brought out some of his snarkier qualities. He still wasn't sure if that was a good thing.

Age before beauty, and pearls before swine.

What? It's my job as best friend to make sure he's not a serial killer. Or an English major, not sure which one's worse.

For my birthday, buy me a politician!

Thinking of getting into the leg-breaking business, so I can profitably sell crutches later.

It became clear when I got in my car that Persians are only really good for two things. Oil and hummus.

I don't know what popping-and-locking is but I know to lock my car door whenever people are doing it.

Did you take lessons in stupidity, or does it come naturally?

Ask any proctologist, the difference between an ass clown turd-squeak and a turd-squeak ass clown is the difference between Donald Trump and Barry Obama.

In the next election, I'm voting for your mom to be the next God.

No funny stuff in here tonight, you understand?" Dash said, "I assure you I could not contemplate any of your so-called funny stuff seeing as how I have no idea why I'm even here." Mark scoffed. "You bookish little pervert." "Thank you, sir!" Dash said brightly.

His "devoted" is italicized by sarcasm, underlined by hurt.

I love things made out of animals. It's just so funny to think of someone saying, I need a letter opener. I guess I'll have to kill a deer.

I was a smart-ass, born and raised. This had been my curse and would continue to be so.

You're not going to throw this away, are you?" she says, and she'll be talking about the grains of rice in the bottom of the salt shaker. "No, Mrs. Peacock, by all means, you take them. They'll come in handy when your son gets out of prison and marries your niece.

The guy in the T-shirt that pictures a semiautomatic rifle above the message COME AND TAKE IT, the one in fatigues buying two twelve-packs of beer and a tub of rice pudding, didn't necessarily vote Republican. He could have just stayed home on Election Day and force-fed the women he holds captive in the crawl space beneath his living room.

Look," I'll say to Jesus, "enough is enough. I suggest we nail some boards together and have ourselves an old-fashioned crucifixion.

If you're looking for sympathy you can find it between shit and syphilis in the dictionary.

No," I corrected her, "I'm not a misogynist, I'm a misanthrope. I hate everyone equally.

Then what are you? An electronic Hannibal Lector? You can't eat my liver with fava beans through a modem, you know.

It's funny, ma'am, how sometimes you're so sarcastic but it doesn't sting. Because of my dimples. Dimples are a get-out-of-jail-free card

If this was cynical, then we must allow that all courtship is cynical.