Humor Scripts Novels & Stories

I muttered, “if I wanted you dead, I wouldn’t poison you. I’d shoot you instead.” Their mouths dropped open, and I realized too late that I shouldn’t be joking about something like that. A nervous laugh fell from my lips. “I—I was only joking. You’d be able to smell poison from a mile away, and I know you’ll get the gun away from me within seconds.” Devrim was the first to break the silence. “You humans have a sick sense of humour. I don’t really see what’s so funny in what you said.” “I’m sorry.”

Nora said, accepting the spoon and sitting at the counter. “I love you,” Nora moaned in delight as she took a spoonful of ice cream. “Don’t let Ethan hear you, or he might get jealous.” Nora’s expression fell for a fraction of a second, but luckily Camila didn’t notice. “Okay… healing boobies, check. Ice-cream, check. Time for trash talk…” “Ah.. the trinity,” Ignoring Nora’s sarcasm, Camila continued, “That host was trying to get a rise out of you, and anyone with eyes can see that.”

someone yelled. "I won’t shut up until someone answers!" Lucas shouted back, clearly enjoying the attention. "We don’t know and we don’t care, so shut the hell up, Lucas!" another voice barked. "Wrong! It’s called Lemon-aid! Get it? Like the drink?" The groan this time was even louder. "Dad jokes are never, ever funny," Elodie muttered, shaking her head.

"You want to break up with me? How dare you say you want to break up with me when I haven't even said it yet, you shameless, two-timing bitch!" His words made me frown. In my previous life, he didn't even bother getting the facts straight before breaking up with me. He'd even watched indifferently as I drowned. Unsurprisingly, now that I was the one who asked for a breakup first, he had no qualms about hurling these insults at me. I pulled out my phone, which was already in recording mode. "Justin, I advise you to watch what you say. This counts as verbal abuse." He scoffed. "What's the matter? You've got the nerve to do it, but you can't stand getting exposed? You're a shameless cheater!"

Rather, they did scenes about how folks misinterpreted them. One skit involved a well-intentioned but misguided bureaucrat abusing Clause Twelve—Transparency is a common state, not a tool. People laughed, then were silent as the scene took a turn towards responsibility. A little girl asked the director during the break, "Can we make fun of the clauses?" The director got down to her level. "We can love them enough to question them." The girl paused. "Good. Then perhaps I'll compose a humorous one next." --- 3:02 PM — Neighborhood Sari-Sari Store

“He brought her coffee, a tissue, and a Post-it that said, 'Corporate tears are billable hours." “He’s French,” Clara laughed, wiping her eyes. “They flirt even with grief.” Amara nearly spilled her drink. “I’d pay to see anyone critique Silmon’s PowerPoint slides.” “Oh, he already does,” Manon whispered. “He was once called ‘a tragic love story between Helvetica and bad lighting.’ Silmon just ordered more fonts in revenge.” That did it—everyone lost it. Rafael was wheezing. Clara was half under the table. No corporate therapy session, no icebreakers. Just pure, chaotic office humor—the kind born from too much caffeine and not enough HR supervision.

The dark humor was so perfectly Jaxx that I couldn't help but laugh. I burst out laughing, the sound bright against the lingering tension in the room. The absurdity of his grim humor never failed to catch me off guard, to remind me that beneath the violence and the control, there was a man who made me laugh in the darkest moments. Jaxx just shrugged, completely unbothered by his own dark wit, though a small smile played at his lips, softening the hard lines of his face.

I immediately looked at him and forced a smile despite the embarrassment I felt while thinking about what happened earlier. "Sir? Do you have anything else to order?" I asked him with a smile. "Yes there is," he replied seriously. "Clean my bathroom tomorrow" he added. I nodded and smiled very sweetly at him. He didn't even smile at me at all. I really don't know how to make this man smile. Even maybe I danced in front of him and became a comedian, it didn't affect him. I went downstairs to the living room and I went out of the mansion to check on the labors that were working. I don't want them to starve because Sir Elijah might scold me again. I still can't coax that. "It's good you showed

' I say mentally. However, what I say, although it calms him down, doesn't make him feel embarrassed or angry, but rather, he laughs. And he doesn't laugh coldly, but, a genuine laugh, the kind you can't fake. Showing me that he does feel. That he can be happy. "I've never heard a joke as good as this one, wife. You should be a humorist," Helmut says wiping away a tear that escaped his eyes from laughing so hard. "What joke are you talking about?"

I know she was a whole lot of far by distance, but I felt so close to her at this moment, I felt like I could extend my hand towards my phone and touch her. She laughed, 'it was hilarious... you should have seen it. Idiots I tell you.. but fun.. really fun...' I nodded my head a bit with a smile on my face, "it really sounds like they are three idiots... and fun.. there's nothing funnier than watching three women try to set up a cheating husband or boyfriend in the cases of the two mistresses... God movies we make and watch.." She laughed at me. God.. I could listen to her laugh all the time.