Barney Stinson Quotes Novelas e Histórias

He said it so vehemently that I began to wonder if it was true or just hatred for me. "Hey, please hold the fence down for me; I promise I'll go my way after this," I tried to plead with the world's greatest bastards. " You think we can help you?" Brian mocked, laughing slowly. " I told you, she is a real wacko with several screws loose," Vince finally gave the closing comment, the way he always did. I saw the cold hint of a smile covering his lips as he winked at his friends. What could be so funny that I missed was my head inside the barbed wire.

he said, sneering while crossing his arms. "What? 120 dollars isn't enough for you? I'll post this online and let everyone see what a pathetic loser you are. Maybe some kind-hearted person will crowdfund some money for you!" I stared at his extremely arrogant expression, trying hard to force down my rage. "You'll regret what you did today." Barney laughed as if he'd just heard the funniest joke, tears brimming in his eyes. "Regret? You think someone like you—a poor loser who can't even afford first class and has to squeeze into economy—can make me regret anything?

The bar wasn’t busy, and Alex kept drifting back to my end of the counter between customers. By the time my second drink was gone, I’d told him about the presentation at the office, the coworker who took credit for my work, and the fact that I hadn’t had a real night off in six weeks. He listened like he actually cared, asking the right questions, nodding at the right moments, and never once checking his phone or looking bored. “You’re good at this,” I said, swirling the last of my whiskey. “The listening thing.” He shrugged. “Comes with the job. People talk to bartenders. We’re cheaper than therapists and we pour better drinks.”

“Most young people your age are too eager to prove something.” “Thank you, Mr Barlow,” I said as I shrugged lightly. “I just think trying to prove things usually backfires.” That earned me a few amused looks, and Mr. Winchester laughed like I’d said something clever, which maybe I had, or maybe they were just humoring me, and they would laugh at me later when I left.

💖💖 Thank you. Part 2 Barry Benson, corporate shark, billionaire, and business genius, stood in the dark interior of his home and looked dumbly at the coffee machine. He could spout facts and figures on profit margins, GDPs, EBITDAs, KPIs, and NOIs in his sleep but he couldn’t get the fucking coffee machine to work. He didn’t even know where the damned light switches were in the kitchen and was navigating by the flashlight feature on his smartphone. Why couldn’t his smartphone make coffee? Then he’d be set.

"Sorry girl, but you know there is no exact time for work, every day is a work day." I stared at her, this isn’t something Barbara will say, it kinda sounded like something I use to say "Did you just say every day is a working day?" "I think I did, what has happened to me?" She said with a bit of laughter in her voice "Oh my goodness, I need a dick to fuck badly before I start talking like a nerd who just got her first contract." "Do you realize I said that to you when I got my first contract?" "Ohh, so you’re the nerd I am talking about"

About fifteen minutes into the drive, I asked, “Why so slow?” “Oh, I’m sorry. Do you feel the need, the need for… going faster?” I laughed so loudly I almost snorted and had to put both of my hands over my nose since even a baby like me recognizes the famous movie quote he almost said. “You’re a funny guy in an unassuming way.” He turned a slight shade of pink. “Yeah, well, in our line of work you have to find some way to be a little bit of a comedian, or you’ll end up in the loony bin.”

By evening, we grabbed coffee and takeout, too tired for anything else. On the way back, Barry leaned close and whispered, “So… how’s it going?” I gave him a blank look, letting silence answer for me. He chuckled. “Man, don’t tell me you’re giving up already. Sometimes it’s okay to quit, you know.” Anyone else might’ve thought he was concerned. But those who knew Barry could hear the mockery hidden beneath his words. I shot him an annoyed glance. Dean and the others burst out laughing. “Relax, I was just kidding.” Barry patted my shoulder, smirking.

“Has anyone around this part of town not heard of Scaramucci, the famous, the great…The baron, marquis, lord, and, uh, duke of antiques!” Barney was visibly delighted. “Oh, you flatter me. I’m not as big of a deal as you make it out to be, okay? But…I sure earned enough to buy us a couple of drinks. Honestly, I think this is probably the last sale I’m gonna make today. We could just close shop to get an early drink now. What do you say?” “You read my mind, bro! I’m in!” Just as Barney and Dawg decided to close shop, Javier and his clock were about to reach the beginning of the street. He saw a cab standing by and decided to get in.

Barbie's voice echoed, "I said, how can I get a job there as a stripper."