Banana Fish Quotes Novels & Stories

"It probably looks like a penis. You've seen one you've-" "Wrong!" Her outburst startles me and makes the Macaw screech in surprise. She grabs the other banana she hasn't massacred yet and holds it with both hands. "You could have one that has a slight bend to it." She slightly bends the banana. "Or one that is uncircumcised and plays peek-a-boo with you." My eyes fill with tears I begin to laugh so hard. She cups her hands over the top, the banana poking out simultaneously. "It could have a slight upturn." She holds the banana upside down making it curve up. "Quinn!" We both jump upright, and Quinn's face is blister red as she turns to face our boss Dr. Craymer.

I said, never taking my eyes from the window. “Iowa? What is in Iowa?” Felipe asked, his accent making my home state sound like a foreign country. “Just pigs and corn,” I said with a laugh. “Pigs and corn. We have only fish and coconuts here. Hopefully you will find it to your liking,” he said as he turned the car smoothly. I could see the ocean in the distance now, the sunlight making it gleam along the horizon. “I like fish and coconuts,” I said and he laughed.

He hugged her with one arm and used the other hand to take the fish spear from her hand. He stabbed the fish in the water as he murmured, “No wonder you don't know how to catch a fish. Something that's so easy!” Crystalbella turned her head over to cover his mouth as she said, “Leonardo DiCaprio, you are not allowed to continue speaking!” Thinking about it was way too embarrassing, but it was also…fate. It was fate that she could not escape in life. “You don't have to ridicule me just because I do not know how to catch a fish. Do you even know how hurtful and painful it is?”

Her face drained of color as memories from earlier that day came rushing back. “That’s not her! My sister doesn’t even know how to go around the city,” Harold interrupted quickly. “Right, Maybe you’re just seeing things,” Flora Amor forced a sweet smile, brushing the tension aside. “So, how many kilos will you buy? Fifty pesos for tilapia. Or—” she nudged her brother, whispering, “How much is milkfish?” “Seventy-five.” “Seventy-five pesos per kilo for milkfish. How many would you like, Ate?”

Benjamin said sarcastically. Stella knew that Benjamin was directing his words at her. Her heart froze. "No, let's go together. I want to close the case soon too," Stella said. The room fell into an awkward silence once again. The Police Chief gave a wry smile and said, "Enjoy the food. Try the puffer fish and mackerel, you can't find them anywhere else. " Stella hadn't tried the puffer fish yet, so she had a small piece. It felt like her tongue was being stabbed incessantly, like she was eating porcupine's quills. She spat it out immediately.

And I thought women were the drama queens. Byron and I had just finished training with Skyr and I separated myself from them to go and tune out the voices of the fishes when they went ahead to fish. I still eat seafood, don’t get me wrong, but it is sometimes disturbing when you actually talk to them once before eating them. “Er...I wasn’t actually going to ask you to do that. That just sounds so wrong and barbaric.” I heard Byron say. I cracked an eye open and saw Byron making a face at me.

Because at the speed of swimming, it was like my soul was left there in the palace. "This is awesome. I thought horses were great, but this is way cooler." I heard Lucas comment that he enjoyed riding this guy, I don't know what he was riding. It looks like a barracuda but as far as I know, it's not friendly. "Yeah, and you can live here forever." Gen, riding a white dolphin, replied sarcastically. It was too much of a prima donna earlier, it requested a white dolphin. When you can take a selfie, the phone is broken because it doesn't have a ziplock.

“You two sit at the island. Hands on the counter. No running. No sharks in hair. No monarchy. No wind testimony.” Gabby raised her hand. “Can I still be princess?” “Princesses may sit.” Al raised his hand too. “Can whale shark eat lunch?” “Whale sharks don’t eat lemon chicken.” “He likes lemon.” “He has no taste buds.” Al stared at his stuffed animal in horror. “He can’t taste?” Gabby immediately sighed dramatically. “That’s so sad.” I pointed at the chairs. “Sit down before you make Mami explain marine biology in Latina mode.”