Novel & Cerita Funny Quote Money

“What's funny? Don't even try to exploit me because one million is a lot of money.” “Indeed,” the louder one capped. “You must think very highly of yourself for giving us such a ridiculous amount, hm?" I shrugged and he spat on the ground, making bile stir in my stomach. "You humans and your obsession with paper,” he said and tore the check in half, still chuckling, and tossed it aside.

Seeing that he wasn't angry, I continued to eat. After a while, out of the blue, Quentin asked me, "For you, what is happiness?" I paused while eating, looking at Quentin. Why ask such abstract questions? "Happiness, happiness is..." I tilted my head, "Making money?" Quentin: "..." I laughed foolishly. I felt that my answer was perfect, even wanting to applaud myself, "Yes, happiness is making money!" Quentin patted his pocket, "Do you need money?" I didn't answer. I had never thought of asking Quentin for money.

Jonathan asked, his voice indicating he was confused, but Meg couldn’t see his expression to say whether or not she was correct. “No wonder Charlie was willing to put up with me despite my antics, the way I’d ridiculed him and dragged his good name through the mud. I mean, I am shocked he’s that motivated by money when he has plenty of it, but fifty thousand is an extraordinary amount of money!” She was still looking up at the ceiling, one hand clutched across her midsection, the other palm up, pressed to her forehead. Jonathan began to laugh. Meg looked up, thinking she might slap him across the face. “What in the world could possibly be funny about this situation?”

Lucas looked at the lady before him and asked, "Do I look like someone who lacks money?" The lady was stunned when she heard it. She had not expected Lucas to say such a thing. "Don't get me wrong, sir. I just want to return the money to you." The lady looked at Lucas embarrassingly. "You can just forget about returning me the money. I, Lucas York, do not lack money. Money is just a figure to me," Lucas said faintly.

“What do you want to do with the money we have?” “Boss!” a man shouted against the loud music. “What else? Woman! Liquor! And Gambles! The money is big as fuck- we have to enjoy it to the fullest!” The man next to him laughed out loud and then smacked him on his shoulder. “Fuck yeah! We have to thoroughly enjoy it. That kind of amount is hard to come by. We have to use it as soon as possible!” The three on the back started laughing in agreement, then went back to playing their cards. The man with the bandage looked at them like he was looking at trash that magically had a mouth, arms, and legs.

emoji. The messages arrived at random times throughout the day. A photo of his coffee cup with the caption "Fuel for another thrilling day of capitalism." A link to an article about workplace productivity with the comment "Thought you might find this amusing." Simple things that somehow made even the longest days feel a little less lonely.

"Look, I'll even dip into my own wallet and toss you a little extra cash to make up for it. "Here, just take the two hundred fifty bucks." She thrust an envelope at me with a smirk, the word '250' dripping with spite. This year, the company was rolling in dough, and even the smallest pity prize at the annual raffle was a cool 8888 dollars. Me? A loyal employee and the top seller, stuck with this measly $250, like tossing coins to a street performer. The shame cut deep, but I was not about to show it. I felt a rush of heat as I knocked her hand away, not hard enough to do any real damage, but Lily shrieked and tumbled right in front of my desk, her eyes welling up instantly.

It was the conversation between Richard and Grace on the hospital rooftop. "Oh my, the Quines actually wanted to settle with Grace and even shamelessly asked for one billion dollars!" "One billion dollars! The Quines are so greedy. That's daylight robbery!" "I've never seen so much money in my life. I've only seen that in my dreams." "Don't the actions of the Quines count as extortion? One billion dollars! I think one billion dollars in Monopoly money would be more appropriate." Once the recording was revealed, the Quines suffered such extreme backlash that they also became the trending topic of the day.

Alex Cohen chuckled. "Didn't someone just say that when it comes to lending money, we must be as prudent as making friends? Is there a problem with your snobbish eyes or something? I'm a mere poor man who lives on PayPal referral rewards. How could I afford to pay back a 50,000 debt? Your money should not be loaned out. You should just keep it for your own eye treatment...or perhaps mending your brain." The crowd was red-faced from humiliation. No one said a word and they all wanted to vanish into thin air.

“Don’t try to lick my boots. I’m not paying you.” He smiled. “As long as Mr. Goldmann does.” “You’re not getting paid this month,” Nolan frowned with his eyes still shut but mumbled that sentence. Quincy’s smile immediately faded. He looked at Saydie. “Do you want to lend me some money this month?” Saydie agreed. He was surprised. “Really? That easy?” Saydie looked at him. “If you borrow $100, you pay back $1,000.” Quincy was rendered speechless.