Funny Quotes Groucho Marx Novels & Stories

Marco grumbled while staring at me with one of his hands holding his chin. “I am not pouting!” I retorted defensively. “You are,” Gab answered calmly when I looked at him, asking for his opinion. “No way!” I exclaimed. “See that? I have a witness!” Marco laughed out loud. I rolled my eyes at Marco as I tried to hide my smile by biting the insides of my cheeks. I could not retort his words, knowing it was me who mentioned not to be pouty to Marco and included Gab to watch for that rule, just to end up doing the exact same thing I told them not to do myself!

It was genuinely shocking how none of them were embarrassed to do all of this with a child at the table. “Tiago—“ Marvin began, but Tiago stuck out his hand to stop him. “I’m sorry, Elena—but this family is far from fun, and I’m glad you and Marvin are not engaged.” Karina laughed. “You dodged a damn bullet, something which Marvin couldn’t do.” Neither could Anya. I could hear the sound of Marvin’s breaths beside me, and all I could tell was that he could not appreciate the joke. “Joke of the century.” Marvin scoffed as Karina rolled her eyes. “Awh, did you lose your humor in prison?”

Both men got up and rushed over, helping him to his feet. Cowboy came in from the hallway stumbling and swaying. “What in the Fuck?” he shouted. “Just a teeny missile, Cowboy, so calm the hell down,” Monster quipped now that the scare was over. The men all glanced at Mr. Brave. Grisha laughed. “You Rebels are funny as hell!” Maverick chuckled. “Yes. Monster doubles as comedy relief.” Crow nodded. “You should see him when a mouse comes into the room.” As if that image flashed through his mind, Grisha tilted his head back with a huge laugh.

When discussing potential new marketing strategies, he quipped, “Maybe we should hire a comedian to be our spokesperson. At least then, even if people don’t believe us, they’ll be entertained.” The room erupted in laughter again, and while the suggestion was light-hearted, it sparked a serious discussion about how they could use humor and a positive image to rebuild their brand. Ideas flowed more freely, and what had seemed like insurmountable problems began to look more like challenges that could be tackled with the right approach.

"I thought I knew how to make an omelette. I guess not." "Don't beat yourself up, or should I say cut yourself up?" "Haha, that was terrible." "It was good, it was a good joke," "Then how come I'm not laughing?" "Cause I think you cut up your funny bone too," Marcus couldn't hold back his laugh, "that made no sense, at all." "Yet you laughed, so mission accomplished. When I was a kid, my dad would make a bunch of dad jokes whenever we got hurt just to distract us from the pain, they were rarely funny." Marcus chuckled. "But it's the effort that counts, huh?"

They also had their card held up. “Jordan.” Kelly said and the whole room turned to see the woman in question blushing. Grinning, Jordan nodded. “My granddaddy always said it. My grandma was never sure if he was talking about being surrounded by the enemy or kids.” “Either way,” Charlotte laughed, “being surrounded simplifies things.” “How many more?” Someone asked loudly. “Someone is getting hangry.” Charlotte laughed and clicked the key on the computer. The program that Camille and Trevor had written for this, shuffled the quotes and pulled up another one. “Last one. Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before. Mae West.”

We made him so confused. What now?! What's so funny? Laugh bitches laugh... Fuck you all! " What's so funny?" I couldn't help but ask, " Sir." I added " I mean turn around and let me see the gears on your legs and arms... Not remove them, then put them back." Marc explained while laughing Oh! the fuck wrong with me? I am sure I'm not smoking shit then why this much clouds in my mind. " Take some chocolate Luca... It will help your mind to work."

The golden chain around his neck were nearly blinding to my sight,not as much as brightness of his wide mouth-- toothy smile. He was amused. I nodded my head and smiled back at him. I've been use to this life,it could be exciting and ugly at the same time. It was a rollercoaster ride that you can't full get down when the ride begins. "That's Jim Carrey!" Gus whispered harshly as he stared into the crowd room. "Who?" I asked. "The Grinch? The guy Truman show. What if we're in a show right now and don't know about it.." he said. His eyes balls were poking out of his head and they were beginning to dry up because of he didn't blink the whole time.

Another day, Another pointless routine. Currently standing over by a window with my hands against a wall do I move to listen as Sir Groucho’s cellphone begins to go off. Sir Groucho moving to answer it quickly, his body still close to mine as he speaks in a language I have no single clue on as he continues speaking into the phone. Cursing under his breath as he does. Something obviously wrong and he needed to fix it.

“Can anyone tell me what is funny?” But we couldn’t say anything as she continued. “This is a matter of life and death. If you don’t take this seriously then people are going to die. Maybe you should think about that before laughing and maybe you shouldn’t be here if you’re going to laugh all day long instead of focusing on your job.” I felt guilty, and I responded immediately. “I’m sorry, Mara. I’ll do better,” I said. Mara sighed and shook her head. “Better do so,” she said.