Humorous Dialogues Novels & Stories

Once I’d placed an order over the phone for two dairy-free pizzas, Fern was back to exclaiming, “Omg, omg, omg!” “I think we broke her,” Bert joked in mock-alarm. “She’s not making any sense. Do you know if there’s a reboot button on this thing?” He mimed, trying to press the center of Fern’s head, then her nose, and provoking another series of giggles from her. Her excitement and my friend’s humor were infectious, and I joked, “You should be honored she’s using text speech. Most nights, she communicates in emojis.” I did my best array of silly faces, and both Fern and Bert were in stitches.

He defended with a shrug, and I shook my head before staring ahead, then smiled gently at his goofiness. “Like serious dude. You need to get a girl or something. It isn’t a lovely thing for a guy to be such a gossip monk.” Laylah dissed, and I tensed while anticipating Douglass’s comeback. Nothing got me more than the antics of my personal maid and my bodyguard. They were effortlessly funny and always managed to make me laugh even when the heavens signed a contract to ruin me and my days.

I couldn't help but chuckle since they were so amusing. "I'm so sorry, all of you are so cute and hilarious," I added, laughing. "I understand Shmue has a funny face, Ms. Damore, and we know it so you may laugh more," Lionel commented, tormenting Shmue once more. "Huh? What are you saying who has a funny face, you bastard?" Shmue said angrily of Lionel, who was smiling. " You who else?" Lionel answered. "You, come here, you bastard!" Shmue yelled as he approached Lionel, who was laughing again.

Luke burst into a very annoying laugh, his deep voice resounding through the garden The laughter started in a low tone and slowly, but then it became locomotive, sounding loudly and faster than the initial beginning, sounding like a hyena. "Oh! You're funny" Luke said as he finally put the hanging fork in his mouth and still muttering laughter with food in his mouth. There was scorn written on Richard's face. His face became tighter and fiercer, clenching both his jaws and his hands which held the table knife, he felt a bit insulted with Luke's laughter. "Do I look like I'm joking to you?", Richard's deep voice spoke in the midst of the laughter surrounding Luke Richard's deep voice struck L

I questioned, finally regaining myself and coming out of whatever trance I was in initially. They both glanced at each other and then busted into laughter. Ok, what the hell is funny? "The fact that you're dumb is what is actually funny," Arla mocked. "I am not dumb," I retorted. "Accept it, you are," Arla argued, refusing to back down. "You know what it's pointless arguing with you." With that I blocked her, temporarily stopping her from speaking to me. I wonder why she had to be annoying sometimes.

I said laughing. “It’s not that funny,” he mumbled. I continued laughing. “Stop laughing, Emma,” he said, sharply. “Fine, fine. I’m sorry,” I said, my laughter dying down. “Can we have this conversation now?” he asked, looking slightly irritated. “Yes, we can. I’m all ears,” I replied.

“No talk of emotionally stunted exes or current chaos agents. Only terrible dialogue, predictable plots, and excessive amounts of dairy.” And somehow, miraculously, it worked. For hours, we burrowed under blankets on the sofa. We groaned at the clichés, threw popcorn at the screen during the overly dramatic misunderstandings, and laughed, deep, belly-aching laughs that felt foreign and wonderful after days of tears and tension. The sound of my own laughter startled me. It felt like breaking the surface after drowning. Sandra’s presence, her fierce loyalty, her refusal to let me wallow in the abyss, was a lifeline. The tearing inside didn’t vanish, but it receded, muffled by the shared sillin

If it had been me, we would have had a much more engaging conversation. I always knew how to make him laugh, and I had a sense of timing. Conversations with me were always easy and carefree, making him happy. Although he'd added me as a friend by mistake, he didn't regret it that much. Sitting on the hospital bed, he nurtured all sorts of thoughts. Maybe it was the loud snoring from the old man in the next bed or just his own restless mind, but Jedediah felt an urgent need to talk to someone.

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.”

"You walk around like the whole world should move when you tell it to, but the second someone talks to you normally, it's like you forget how conversations work." "I know how to have conversations." "You really don't." "I do." "You don't." I held her gaze for a long moment. "You argue professionally." "Thank you." "That wasn't a compliment." "I accepted it as one anyway." Before I could stop it, a laugh escaped me. It wasn't loud, but it was real. Mira froze. Her eyes widened in disbelief. "Oh my God." I already regretted it. "You laugh." "I've always laughed." "No." She shook her head dramatically. "I thought it was just a rumor." "I should leave." "No!" She sat up straighter, still smiling