Nora Roberts Quotes

I'd shake his hand, but I think that's what's holding up his pants.

I've actually tried to roast somebody that I don't like, and it doesn't go well. Either they're a bad sport or I'm not as funny as I could be.

And as they pass, turn back and laugh at me.

I knew I was going to go into the field and make fun of people to their faces. I knew what I was getting into.

At this point, we've ripped on everyone.

Even when I was in high school and the Navy, I was the guy who could rip somebody, and they'd laugh at it.

The joy of the roasts is to watch people get hurt and offended, and then have to laugh to pretend they're a good sport.

In laughter we always find an unavowed intention to humiliate and consequently to correct our neighbour.

When he said we were trying to make a fool of him, I could only murmur that the Creator had beat us to it.

You little fruitcake, you little fruitcake, I said you are a fruitcake.

One camel does not make fun of another camel's hump.

I am constantly the butt of jokes.

People would do the sound of a truck backing up - beeeep, beeeep - as I was sitting down.

I knew how to come up with jokes at someone's expense really fast.

Your aim's as bad as your cooking sweetheart... and that's saying something!

Sandy: Boy, you must really think I'm stupid or something. Jeff: Ahh, no one would call you stupid, to your face.

Nice dress you're almost wearing. You ever think about changing professions?" -Ranger

Well, you didn't design your beard too well, did you?

Are you slow-witted? I'm so sorry for you. It's terrible to be dull and stupid.

So you're not a prince. She's pretty astute,don't you think? Owww! I'm sorry-- I'll shut up now, Princess!

Hey Susie Derkins, is that your face, or is a 'possum stuck in your collar?

What happened to your face?" Harriet asked. "It was a misunderstanding," Daniel said smoothly, wondering how long it might take for his bruises to heal. He did not think he was particularly vain, but the questions were growing tiresome. "A misunderstanding?" Elizabeth echoed. "With an anvil?" "Oh, stop," Harriet admonished her. "I think he looks very dashing." "As if he dashed into an anvil." "Pay no attention," Harriet said to him. "She lacks imagination.

Shame on you, Crispin. Married how long, and you haven't spanked your wife with a metal spatula yet?" I'd gotten used to Ian's assumption that everyone was as perverted as he was, so I didn't miss a beat. "We prefer blender beaters for our kitchen utensil kink," I said with a straight face. Bones hid his smile behind his hand, but Ian looked intrigued. "I haven't tried that ... oh, you're lying, aren't you?" "Ya think?" I asked with a snort. Ian gave a sigh of exaggerated patience and glanced at Bones. "Being related to her through you is a real trial.

[Carter just asked when I became a ram whisperer. Do shut up, Carter]

You look like a Goth factory exploded all over you!" he called as she ran down the hall. "Love you, too, jackass!