Humor Scripts Novels & Stories

“You could’ve said that before nearly giving us a heart attack.” “Where’s the fun in that?” Harris quipped with a wink. Despite myself, a tiny laugh escaped my lips. “You’re quite the entertainer, Mr. Harris,” I said, trying to calm Maxwell’s obvious irritation. “You’d make a fine actor.” “Oh, she’s got humor too!” Harris chuckled, placing a hand over his chest in mock admiration. “I like this one. She plays along well.” That was when the idea sparked. I leaned back against my pillow, feigning dramatic despair. “Oh, please, don’t tell me you’re the one who’s been siphoning funds from Maxwell’s company,” I said, deliberately playful, but my tone dripped with mock accusation.

“Featuring Miss Brooding Past, her sidekick Emotional Baggage, and their arch-nemesis: Linda.” I laughed for real that time, the sound catching me off guard. “Don’t make me spill this coffee.” He gestured dramatically. “No promises. I’ve always wanted to see a slow-motion disaster in a hospital hallway.” We walked toward the parking lot, and Lucas kept up the act, mimicking overly dramatic voice-overs like, ‘One woman. Two kids. And a secret that could destroy everything...’ I bumped him with my shoulder. “You should write scripts for soap operas.”

' Give it some time, I'll break it off with Willa and then I'll be back for you, deal? "Sylvia, you know I can't stand losing you." His words were full of drama, but inside, I felt nothing, maybe even a bit queasy. "Sylvia, cut the act. You've gone through all this trouble just to get me to sweet-talk you, right? Well, I'm here now, so can we stop this nonsense?" I just gave a light laugh, keeping my thoughts to myself. "Eric, you're reading too much into it. This has nothing to do with you."

, Adrian said, looking depressed and annoyed, with the whole body language of a beaten man. "Mrs. Question," he called me, his voice dripping with sarcasm, frustration, and humor married into one split-second brush. I couldn't really help laughing, each sound like a mighty riffle pouring out of me, my whole body shaking with mirth as I considered the sheer absurdity of the situation. Adrian's plans had been thwarted, and I had escaped for the time being! With a few deep gulps of sober air, I looked up at Adrian, a slow smile still on my face.

Dominic deadpanned. Fallon shrugged, her tone taking an edge."oh fuck off." Dominic ignored her tone and set his bag down. “What are you two working on?” “Comedy,” Serena said. “Like I told you." Dominic’s brows lifted slightly. "Its finalizef then,?" Serena exhaled, folding her script. “Yeah." “Hollywood is a circus,” Fallon said, standing. “Asking a kitten to play a joker instead of asking a golden retriever."

he sounded so level headed, so calm and collected- it turned me on for some reason. I thought I’d be offended. But all I could do was laugh, this drink is working. He looked at me with amusement, he probably thinks I’m crazy. “Well I guess we’re both fools for falling in love. Cheers to that” with that, I down the remainder of my drink. He chuckles, damn he sounds so good. “You’re funny, but I’d like to believe it’s only because your drunk right now” I gasped “I’m very offended! I’m the funniest woman you’d ever meet. My sense of humor is unmatched, sober or drunk; but recently, I just laugh at myself. It’s pitiful, almost comical you know?”

"I was telling you about the report I gave without teleprompts." "I watched it mom." "You did." She beamed, blinking continuously. In all my faults, I'm not a bad son. "Yes, I noticed your eyes weren't darting to the screen every two seconds." I popped a cookie, cringing visibly. "It's been worse." "Logan!" "I'm kidding. This is dark humour" Not really. It's terrible. "It's okay." I took another bite. "So good." I'm throwing up later. "I'll help set you table. You told the servers they could go home early?"

Brie whispered, with a small sob in her low voice. "You made me the happiest man on this earth, Brie," he rasped hoarsely. "I will do my best to make you the happiest woman alive!" "To be your love has made me happy and ecstatic, Vino!" she laughed delightedly. "Oh, my love!" Their lips caressed each other. The tender scene was destroyed with a loud grumble. "What's that?" "My large intestine is eating my small intestine," she said with a straight face. He was dumbfounded. He missed the joke. Or maybe, he didn't know she was joking.

Noah flinched, “Well, let’s look at the bright side… at least he didn’t vaporize himself.” Blackie snorted, “…he can’t vaporize himself any more than you can soothe yourself.” “Oh. Well… at least he didn’t vaporize the water he’d already drunk?” “Yeah, good thing that one finely steamed stomach wasn’t on the menu…” “…Blackie …I realize that black humor fits in well with your name… and personality… but there is such a thing as being too black!” QAQ (≖_≖) “Is that a veiled insult where you tell me that I shouldn’t be myself, Black?”

Smith's decision to their father without getting mad to them. They looked at each other's face. It seems terrible haha... After a few seconds, they turned and walk away as the shadow of their new friend(Dr. Smith) has gone in their visions. In a lighter side of the story, upon having a good conversation in between the humanoids, one of them got stumbled and fell of the ground. His left foot accidentally blocked the right foot as it stepping. The other humanoid began to laugh hardly while pointing his hands towards the pity humanoid. Come on! Don't just laugh at me! Help me to get up! He shouted. Soon, the other humanoids held his hands and helped him to recover. They continue walking, but no