Humorous Dance Quotes Novels & Stories

Rose Laughed inside their mind knowing it was going to be a little funny. “Crazy is as crazy does…I think you’re crazy just because you’re with me…or I’m with you….Either way it’s just the saaame…just as true…think you’re maybe a little bit mad to love somebody who may be just a little bit bad” She smirked and did a seductive dance for Romero for a moment

"I'm an official corps de ballet dancer. I've been one since I was sixteen Elliot." He laughed. "Stop that Elliot." Diane scolded him. "Oh please she's twenty and not a baby." He replied. "Anyway, be there everyone." "Of course we will." Sarah said, "I'll clear my schedule." "Daddy?" Maya said. Peter hadn't said anything since. He looked up and saw everyone's eyes on him. "Oh I'm sorry. Well done Maya, I'm proud of you." Satisfied, she smiled. "Elliot come with me for a minute." He stood up and his son followed.

The gif itself was funny but I knew that the words written on there were probably how he was really feeling. "They say humor is relative, so they'll let the gif you chose slide. Now it's my turn." She smiled excitedly. "I choose, dare." I was starting to feel like a wimp for choosing truth now. "The spirits dare me to." She went silent for a moment, the smile fading from her face. "Dare me to give a lap dance to one of you."

I ordered and went back to my drink. She began dancing and I couldn't help it but burst out into laughter that made her stop with a crinkled face. What is so funny? She did. Woman, can't you see what you're doing is funny. What you're doing now is " get back the hell where you came from" code, and I'm not willing to do that because I came here to get something dismaying out of my head but you're not of any help. Entertain me woman before I send you back to those lecherous cree—–

I immediately burst into laughter at the moment she mentions that, I’ve been wanting to talk about it with Lucien but he’s just a cold and icy statue that moves and has a mind of his own, nothing more than that. I reply still laughing brightly, “Oh, you're right! I think I spotted a couple of hairstyles with their own gravitational pull. It's like a whole universe up there!” “And did you see that couple twirling on the dance floor? I swear they were practicing for the Olympic figure skating competition!” She held her mouth tight as if to control herself from laughing so hard. “Absolutely! I'm just glad they didn't accidentally spin right out of the ballroom and into the parking lot. It would

Hazel asked me. “Food is okay, we’re hungry. Then we can take some shots, I’ll take my first shot and we’ll dance," I said and slowly moved my waist and laughter erupted from our crowd.

But, when she started to swing her hands in the air, I uncontrollably burst into laughter. She stopped dancing, and froze her hands in the air, turning to me as she gaped. "Oh my gosh." She cried lowly. As she looked so shocked to see me, that made Liam and I laugh more. It obviously got her annoyed, but I ignored her reaction, and didn't stop laughing. I gently got down from the last stairs and strolled to her as I still laughed so much. "Jill." I called amidst hard laughter. "You're so funny. What was that? Are you sure that was how the gorilla danced? That seems like a monkey dance to me."

On this very dance floor. The idea was so ridiculous I laughed—out loud, and much too hard. Roman? Dancing? Here? Among sweaty, drunk, hormonal twenty-somethings? I slapped my thigh, doubling over with laughter. “Oh my God,” I wheezed, drawing a few confused stares from nearby tables. “Roman, in a place like this?”

“I told you I have no idea how to do this kind of thing, didn’t I? You said I could handle it—” “I said just sway your hips a little! But with what you’re doing, you look like a pig being butchered. My God, you’re stressing me out,” she complained, fanning herself dramatically. “Girl, seriously. You’re not a dancer… you’re a human lamppost! Or are you made of bamboo, huh?”

I quip. Her head tilts to the side, her eyes narrowed in a playful glare. She might be drunk off her ass, but she’s still sharp as a whip. Not that I’ll be revealing my identity anytime soon. She’ll find out soon enough. Still, her words are a mix of drunken confidence and utter ignorance. “My first dance partner was just divine!” she slurs. “Such a wonderful, wonderful dance. And it was my first time dancing, can you believe it? My first time, and it wasn’t even that bad! I bet I could win an award for ‘Best First-Timer Dance Ever’.”