Funny Patrick Quotes Novels & Stories

Keith could not believe it, what joyous news. “Yes, she is a big ole poo too.” Patricia found what she said rather distasteful, but she was trying to fit in with the girls. Their sense of humour was a little strange to her, but she was sure she nailed it. Lincoln roared with laughter, but Keith stared at her like she had grown an extra head. “Did I say it wrong?” Patricia didn’t understand why Lincoln was laughing quiet that hard. “You tried, Mom, and I love you all the more for it.” Maggie giggled.

I ask nervously, my heart beating out of rhyme. "You slept in some cheap hotel in the middle of nowhere! Seriously, why do I feel like you're doing everything possible to annoy me lately? Shit! You should've stayed at home, Mia. I've told you over a million times but no! You always find a way to defy me!" Patrick barks nonstop. As for me, a big sigh of relief escapes my lungs. It's just Patrick being Patrick; his unduly vanity is always unchecked. He simply hates anything cheap.

"It's not like the Lloyd family needs that pocket change anyway. I tell him to come back and learn from people like you… Just relax! But he just laughs and says he's still in his prime!" Andrew's voice took on a mocking tone. "Says guys his age should be full of energy and drive. Anyone sitting around listening to music and playing chess all day is just a useless old has-been with nothing better to do! Though I personally think that's a bit harsh." He looked directly at Patrick. "What do you think, Mr. Garcia? Am I right?" Patrick's face twitched as he forced another laugh. His heart was pounding, unable to figure out if this little punk was deliberately insulting him. Nonetheless, if he was

He did not feel any regret at all. “Buddy, you’re Devil!” Mick remarked and then he laughed so hard. “Bahaha! You are making a deal with Devil! Sell your life to me I will make use of it for sure!” Patrick kept on spamming nonsense words. He drank more alcohol and started to get drunk even more. “No thank you! I would rather pray to God and wish that you get divine punishment! Hahaha!” Mick kept on replying. “Bah! Now you are talking about faith! Look at yourself, sinner! There is no way people will believe that you are a good guy! Don’t you agree with me, fellas?” Patrick countered Mick’s statement.

I made a face that mimicked his words, causing him to clench his jaw in annoyance. “Moreover, if you girls get tired, we will carry you,” Patrick joked, flexing his muscles, which caused Scarlet to fan herself dramatically, singing along the line ‘Cuteness overloaded,' teasing him. We both laughed at Patrick's expression of annoyance. No man enjoys being called cute. Scar and I irritated both of them to the point where they began walking without even looking at us.

He had finally come out, and even her grandfather knew he was gay. "Hahaha... okay, girl. Make sure to visit me often so I won’t get bored." "Why would you be bored? Your yummy hubby will be there!" "What yummy hubby? You mean my womanizing hubby?" "Ugh, stop insisting on that belief of yours, or you might regret it when your memory returns." "NEVER!!!" "Hoooh. Once you taste your yummy hubby again, we’ll see," Patrick teased. "Shut up! You’re trying to tempt me! I don’t want anything to do with a womanizer!"

He's giving you that chance,” Patrick said and nodded his head towards my office. ”It’s too late, I'm not a kid anymore.” I said and turned around and walked downstairs. ”For someone who’s not a kid, you sure throw a lot of tantrums.” He mumbled behind me. I rolled my eyes and turned to look at him. Patrick shrugged his shoulders and smirked. ”Just telling the truth.” He said with his hands raised in front of him. ”Dick.” I groaned as we continued walking.

“You can be a happy man, but right now, you look too happy and I am afraid to ask what the reason is,” “Patrick, don’t worry,” “Oh, but I am worried, I am worried that I already know why and your happiness might make me lose more brain cells than I have already lost.” Patrick was such a killjoy, the man needed to fall in love so that he too would know what it feels like. “I don’t know why my happiness means you lose brain cells,”

Patrick replied, taking her free hand and bringing it to his lips in an overly dramatic gesture that made my blood boil. "Any friend of Hunter's is a friend of mine. Though I have to say, Hunter, your taste has certainly... evolved." The quiet insult wasn't lost on me. Patrick had always been good at delivering cutting remarks wrapped in compliments, and the bastard hadn't lost his touch. "What do you want, Patrick?" I asked, my patience already wearing thin. "Can't an old friend stop by to say hello?" He gestured to the empty chair at our table. "Mind if I join you? I was just having dinner alone – tragic, really – when I spotted you two lovebirds."

Patrick said with a playful smile. “Aye i was...thinking as well.” Ariadne said her face exposing her hurt. “Hey he’s going to be ok. Everything’s going to be ok.” Patrick said the look on her face caused his own stomach to pinch; he didn't want to see her hurt. “Your crystal ball tell you that?” Ariadne asked jokingly. “Do you like tea?” Patrick asked her, his playful smile turning into a sincere one. “Aye.” Ariadne replied.