Jar Jar Binks Quotes Novels & Stories

Jenna laughed, “Yeah, in my timeline, the big craps (she makes quotations) just go down into pipes. No dumping needed.” Yale looked at her, “Hmm, that sounds too good to be true. And what did you do with your hands when you said that.” Jenna shook her head, chuckling, “That’s called quotation marks. It's sarcasm with your fingers.” Yale smirked, “Interesting. I’m not saying I believe you, but I can go with it for now.” Jenna smirked as her stomach grumbled, and both men looked at her. "Was that your stomach, or do you need to use the bucket?” asked Clay.

Jasper says sarcastically while Rowan was laughing beside him. "They love your bum, Jasper." Silas commented while chuckling. "I know. I love my bum too." I laughed alongside Martha. "So! To answer @lizzieshepard's wonderful tweet about my ass, I have a big bum because... my anaconda don’t want none unless you got buns hun. Suck it!" Jasper answered while he slaps his own butt. I burst into laughter with the shrieking crowd. On the corner of my eye, I see Milo eating a banana peacefully who was also laughing at Jasper as he was watching him.

“Don’t judge me.” Jake raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. “I’m not judging. I’m just trying to figure out if you’ve been possessed or if this is some kind of witch thing I should be worried about.” “It’s neither!” I snapped, shoving the pickle and jar behind me like that would erase his memory. He smirked, leaning casually against the counter. “You sure about that? Because last week you cried over a squirrel crossing the road, and now you’re eating... that.”

“You really had the nerve to answer me, you maid! I will get you fired from your job so your arrogance diminishes!” “Hey!” Alexa also pointed at the woman. “Look in the mirror first before you criticize other people’s behavior. If I’m arrogant, what else are you? You’re shocking. What did you eat this morning, and you’re angry with me? And you’re even blaming the rag, which is silently lying on the floor out of your fussiness.” Charles couldn’t hold back the laughter he had been suppressing for a while. When Jackie turned to him, he bowed again. “What’s so funny, huh?” Jackie yelled at the old man who looked hunched over as he stood.

“You’re a damn good bartender, Jay.” “And you’re a damn good kid,” he whispers, pocketing it gratefully. “Nick, get over here already!” Jimmy shouts. “I was trying to remember… What was that thing your old man used to say about--?” “Shit, Jimmy, I know you idolized the bastard, but he’s rolling in his grave tonight, hearing the way you fuck up stories you weren’t even there for.”

"Oh nice, wait for you what!!" "Relax Johnny, he doesn't even believe me, like they say the truth is always hardest to believe" "Wow why haven't I heard such a quote," he asked with a bit of sarcasm in his voice "Because you're an Idiot" "Would this Idoit figure out a way for you and Frankie to be friends again" "Really, how?!" "Am not going to tell you so easily" "Please", " nope, you called me an idiot"

He smirked, trying to lighten up the mood. "I'm not that bad, come on," she whined, playfully shoving him. "You're not bad, you just love to make the most out of everything." He shrugged. "Well, my dear brother, the joker said 'If you are good at something never do it for free' and I live by that motto, " she justified herself. "You take your life motto from a villain?" Jordan laughed a little and Jessica nodded, giggling a little. "I'm still getting you the bag though. What can I say? I love pampering my baby sister." He grinned, looking at her.

He said “Don’t forget to smile, you are beginning to get wrinkles from frowning.” I cab drove off before I could throw Sir Spills-a-Lot at his head.

I snort. What a cliché quote some or other happy drunk motivational speaker concocted when he was at a loss for words. It must be the same asshole who suggested grabbing life by the horns, that winners never quit, and that everything happens for a reason. “Well, keep on dreaming, girl.” Cause that dream is not gonna happen. Luckily, that’s Axel’s shit. Not mine. I fake a smile, “Cheers!” and throw the alcohol down my throat before I bite into a piece of lemon. The sour taste causes goosebumps on my skin.

I'm contemplating whether or not to put on lipgloss when I hear the car horn. ____ “When i said get fucked by anyone, I didn’t mean an old man” Brittany downs the rest of her dirty martini. “He’s not old,” i roll my eyes. “And I wasn’t thinking that way. I was just curious.” “Yeah but he’s a professor. And you were sniffing around him like a dog” she turns to the bartender, “can we get a round of shots please”. I shake my head. “You’re not helping, Britts”