Funny Dialogue Prompts Novels & Stories

Lin knew that he could not ask that question, but he wanted to tease Oo and so he asked that. Oo got the sense of Lin’s joke and he replied, “Not really, Lin. I am on my diet.” Lin knew that it was not a real cause and his friend evaded his question but he accepted his witty answer. So, Lin said, “Really? How can you be on your diet, because you are a food-lover.” Oo laughed at Lin’s joke. Oo patted on Lin’s arm and said, “You, rascal, never let me win in any conversation.”

"How about Natasha?" 'What? No!' She groaned. I grimaced. She was actually laughing. This wasn't as bad as I thought. It felt like talking to a real person. The only difference was that they were in your head. 'Just call a list of maybe four or five, I'll pick the least embarrassing.' I was actually laughing, alone in the bathroom, chatting with my wolf. I did not see this coming. But I wasn't complaining. "Ok then, Emma, Charlotte, Sophia, Olivia, Sharon, Mia.."

I looked at him dumbfoundedly and asked and told him with a fear. "Why did you close the door ?. Really I'm not pregnant with your child. Therefore, you don't need to worry about property or anything. I wi." I stopped my words in mid way after hearing his laughing sound. Why he is laughing like a mad person ?. Dummy. Why I fall in love with this dummy ?. I hate him. I hate to see his laugh. He came near me and told me in a ridicule tone, "Ugh. Shaky. You already said that dialogue and its very old dialogue. Moreover. I don't like it. So shaky try something new next time.."

Some had almost flipped over their pots and pans. Belladonna chuckled and Alaris smirked. The reaction should be the other way around but they would play off to the point that it would be taken for a joke. "What do you think I was?" He bumped his shoulder against one of them and the man almost choked. "A--a Tuna?" They laughed. "Don't be stupid," another said and tried again. Soon, it became a joke, everyone trying to outdo the other with their ridiculous ideas. Guesses around the cooking fire, singing at the food serving, and exchanging of plates at the tasting.

I scoffed underneath my breath and made sure to still wear a smile across my face, hands lightly meeting in a clap as I responded. “Fuck you, you bastard. How many times do I have to ask you to stop calling me that?” He laughed this time and everyone thought it was because of his happiness of getting promoted, but I didn’t miss the mocking traces in those laugh. “I’ll consider listening to you when you finally beat me in something, midget.” He crooned and I faked a cough, stepping closer to him to step on his foot hard. The choked grunt he let out felt like music to my ears.

I pouted. "Shout at you?why would i shout at you,where are you?"He asked. "I won't tell you"I giggled. "Please Liv, don't make this difficult, where are you?"He asked. "No i won't tell you"I gulped. "Please Liv,tell me" He pleaded. "First promise that you won't shout at me"I pouted. "Fine,i won't shout at you"He groaned, making me giggle, despite myself.

Dylan says with his usual poker face and hints of mischief in his voice. “Brother dearest, I am gonna bite you if you don’t set it aside.” Orlo flashes the fakest smile I have ever seen. “Do you think my teeth are for decoration?” Dylan showcases his upper canines. “My dear comrades, shall we go inside?” I cut in, rather in a commanding voice. Laugh all you want during joke hours but when its time to work get your arse staight into buisness. And it is neither the place nor the time for big jokes. Small ones are okay, though.

Arnold Schwarzenegger replies, “Hello, sweetheart, how are you? It’s so nice to hear your voice.” “See?” I say to Grant. “Please, God,” Grant fake-prays aloud, “forget about Epicurus – just save me from the nerds.” I grin and type, Nice to hear your voice, too – after a fashion, anyway. A text box appears. RE: your recent adventures in New York and France… There’s a pause. Then Arnold asks, “What the hell were you thinking?” Grant looks like he’s about to have a conniption fit. Hey Mailin, I type, could you chill on the Arnold soundboard? My traveling companions aren’t feeling the love.

“Oh, I’m dramatic now?” She gives me a deadpan look. “Obviously. But hey, want me to lighten the mood? I’ve been working on my dad joke repertoire, and I must say, it’s award-worthy.” I groan, but the grin creeping onto my face is impossible to hide. “Please don’t.” Dixie clears her throat dramatically, pretending she hasn’t heard me. “Okay, okay. What do you call a factory that makes good products?” She waits a beat, her face lit with anticipation.

I smiled warmly back at him and we continued to play the game. I was called up next. My word was a ‘printer’. How the hell was I supposed to act that out? Were there other difficult ones in there as well? I bent my knees and began to show that something was coming out of my mouth. The crazy replies nearly threw me off my game. “Cholera!” “Sick” “Really bad singing!” “Orgasm!” Everyone broke into a fit of laughter. Even I couldn’t believe what Jay was saying. “Who the hell orgasms like that, Jay?” Luke asked, laughing hard as he looped his arm around Emily.