Funny Dialogue Prompts Novels & Stories

Wiping the core of my eyes, I sniffed a little and asked. “How many times are you going to use the same dialogue? It’s been years now!” I hear the groaning sound from the other end, making me chortle even more. “You won’t let me be serious for even a second. I was speaking with so much emotion.” Another round of grumble blessed my ears and when the complaining words ended with that tone of annoyance mixed with sarcasm, I cracked up again and harder.

SIRIUS : Why are you laughing, what’s so funny?? ELIZA : Nothing really, it’s just that you can be quite amusing SIRIUS : Are you saying I’m a clown??... Do I look funny?? ( he says visibly offended ) ELIZA : No not that, you are not a clown at all, I just mean that you can be funny at times SIRIUS : Well I didn’t say anything funny and anyways, shouldn’t you be upset that I’m not apologizing??

“Uh…air. Just air.” He glanced up then, suspicious. “You’re strange.” “I get that a lot.” [System Tip: Try humor using self-deprecation. Humans find it relatable.] I sighed. “Dream, if I die under your management, tell my funeral guests I was killed by deadlines and your resting glare.” His fingers paused on the keyboard. One heartbeat. Two. Then, very faintly, almost inaudibly, he exhaled through his nose. [System Alert: Micro-laugh detected. Progress 75%.]

“Besides that would be sooo fun if we worked together! And she kept on talking. Finally Em couldn’t take it and she snorted. Rainn shut up and looked around.. trying to find what could possibly be funny at a time like this. “What.. what happened?” “How do you do that without taking a breath?” Em joked to her. Rainn looked at her a moment then busted out laughing. “Sorry!’ I get going and I can’t stop.” “No don’t be sorry I love it” Em said. “I know it’s annoying..” Rainn sort of half laughed.

Other times, they talked about nothing at all. “What are you doing?” Roy would ask. “Lying on my couch, staring at the ceiling,” Dianne would reply. “Why the ceiling?” “Because it’s not asking me complicated questions.” Roy would chuckle softly. “You’re impossible.” “And yet, here you are.” Text messages followed. Good morning texts. Random midday check-ins. Late-night jokes that made Dianne laugh out loud alone in her apartment. Roy: You know, you smile differently now. Dianne: You can see me through text now?

He sighed and closed his eyes in defeat. “Fine, give me a damn line,” he muttered. I smiled, thinking of a line he could use. I didn’t want to give him one that was too good; after all, I didn’t actually want her to fall for it. “Okay, how about you say; do you mind if I hang out here until it’s safe back where I farted?” I joked, knowing he wouldn’t ever say that to a girl. He looked at me in disbelief.

"She instead apologized, asking him who the father was." "Daaammmnnn," I laugh, conceding that it was one of the better jokes. Surprisingly, our banter, initiated at the grocery store, continues to be amusing. "Alright, my turn," I say, placing my bags on the expansive kitchen island. "To make this scenario work, I'll play the mother, and you'll be the son. We'll engage in a short conversation about you seeking permission to hang out with your girlfriend. Other than that, your responses won't impact mine much, so feel free to unleash that creative mind of yours." "Sounds good," he chuckles, depositing his bags on the island. "Ready when you are."

It was a delightful exchange of thoughts and perspectives, each conversation building upon the previous one. At one point, we found ourselves discussing our shared love for traveling. Meghan spoke passionately about her dream destinations and the cultural experiences she hoped to immerse herself in. I couldn’t help but admire her adventurous spirit and her thirst for exploration. “You know,” I said with a mischievous grin, “if you ever need a travel companion, I happen to be quite skilled at carrying suitcases and finding the best local eateries.” Meghan chuckled, playfully rolling her eyes. “Oh, is that so? Well, I might take you up on that offer someday. Just be warned, I’m a very picky ea

The poor guy was sweating bullets trying to keep the conversation alive, speaking at a speed that made me wonder if he inhaled helium before coming here. "S-so w-where do you work or uh used to work....or like what do you do-like for fun...do you like movies... I-i like movies and I'm talking too much, aren't I?" I laughed, setting down my milkshake. "Breathe, Bob. I promise I don’t bite. Unless you’re into that."

The audience instantly noticed. “So many possibilities.” Jude narrowed his eyes. Daniel chuckled. “It depends on what the world wants to know.” The audience leaned in. “What food I like best?” A few people laughed. “My sleeping habits?” The laughter grew louder. Daniel pretended to think. “Or maybe the characters engraved on my underwear?” For a moment complete silence filled the studio. Then the audience burst into laughter. Even several crew members struggled to remain professional. Jude dramatically clutched his chest. “Mr. Carter!”