Funny Catchphrases Novels & Stories

“What kind of garbage are you making me watch?” “Something better than the garbage you probably picked up.” “Doubtful. Jurassic Park is a classic,” he said, shocking me. He reached over and plucked my movie from my grip. “Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, now I get the hitchhiker therapy reference,” he said, not handing back the movie. “Don’t judge me, it’s funny.”

“YEAH ! LET THE UNINVITED MOTHERFVCKER GET A TASTE OF ALL OUR ATTENTION AND LOVE” “KILL ! KILL ! KILL !” “BARBECUE HIS ASS, FVCKERS !!” “EVERYONE SHUT THE “HELL” UP ! SEE ? SEE ? WHAT I DID THERE ?” “YEAH SUCKER. YOU USED A PUN FOR THE FIRST TIME IN YOUR LIFE” “HELL NO ! I AM PUN LORD” “NO YOU ARE POOP LORD. THAT’S IT” “SHUT UP, GUYS ! YOU ARE BEING SO UNCOOL”

“Like that time someone sent an email to the entire office asking where they could buy a life-sized penguin costume. Or when two people accidentally started a very inappropriate conversation in a group chat and didn’t realize their manager was in it.” I burst out laughing, almost spilling my drink. “You’re kidding.” “I wish I was,” he said, grinning. “The penguin costume email is framed on my wall.” “Okay, now you have to tell me—what’s the juiciest piece of office gossip you’ve come across?” Patrick smirked, clearly enjoying himself. “Well, there’s this one guy who sends himself motivational emails every Monday morning. Stuff like, ‘You’ve got this, champ!’ and ‘Remember, you’re the best th

Sarcasm evident in my words *Just hurry up* *Fine* I replied and as I was about to keep my phone back into its rightful place I bumped into someone and my hot cocoa slipped from my hand unto the floor "We have to stop meeting like this cupcake" Only one human being in the world called me that. "Sorry about your hot cocoa though. At least it didn't spill all over your shirt" he said with an amused look on his charming face. Maybe if I ignore him he'll go away

I teased. “Yes. We’re going to be adults with our dinosaur-shaped nuggets and our smiley face fries.” He stood, tugging me up with him. I snickered. “You’re ridiculous.” “You love it.” He snapped his mouth shut, his eyes wide and flashing with something akin to terror. “I didn’t mean that. Forget I said anything—" “Jules.” “It was a slip of the tongue. A saying. A colloquialism if you will—" “Jules.” I cupped his cheeks with my hands, hoping to cut off his babbling.

I pondered for a moment, then typed, "The one where we're laughing at that silly joke you made. Your smile is my favorite." Her reply was swift, "I remember that! You have the best laugh." I chuckled at her words, "Well, you have the best jokes. It's a perfect match." The conversation flowed effortlessly, a dance of words that mirrored the rhythm of our connection. As we continued chatting, the miles between us seemed to vanish. She shared anecdotes from her day, and I found solace in the sound of her virtual laughter. I couldn't help but tease her, "You know, our photos don't do justice to your laughter. I miss hearing it in person."

he began, his words an invitation into the absurd, "we launch a battalion of rubber chickens into the heart of the company, distracting everyone with their sheer ridiculousness." Carlin, seizing the opportunity for a well-deserved jab, pounced with mock enthusiasm. "Ah, yes," she quipped, her tone dripping with sarcasm, "perhaps you would also think of throwing some rubber fries with that, four eyes? Make it a happy meal, if you may?” ‌ Vanya's voice, measured and thoughtful, cut through the playful banter. "As much as I appreciate creative thinking," she interjected, her words a bridge between the worlds of practicality and imagination, "perhaps we could consider a plan that is both effecti

He in turn groaned in reluctance, and a moment's stillness later, he spoke like he was spilling gold out of his pie-hole, "I am the one who you like to call the Jerk Mummy King." Do you ever just forget to hide your expressions for a minute and then you're like 'I did not mean to make that face out loud'? Yes. That face. I was making exactly that face right about now. The Oh-sh*t-I'm-screwed face. Think! Think Lithe think! You are the sassy, smartassy most awesome little lollipop triple dipped in brilliance. Making an excuse is a piece of cake. Anything will do. Just speak up. You know you have got this. You can do this!

- Insulting Blade is my favourite pastime. You aren't bad until you can out sprint boys in a foot chase. - I should reconsider going to the Olympics. You aren't bad until your initials spell out something- mine spells SIN You aren't bad until no matter what, you always have a backup plan. My backup plans run from A-Z. You aren't bad until you have a theme song. - I like to think of mine as Michael Jackson's BAD. You aren't bad until you have watched The Titanic without crying. - my tears have all been dried up.

"What the fuck? Who did that?" "What the hell, dude!" "Are you a noob, you bloody idiot? Attack the other team!" "Shit for brains, drop your fucking weapon." "What do we do? He's not listening!" "we've lost over half our XP, you fag, stop it!"