Jar Jar Binks Quotes Novels & Stories

"What goes around comes around. Aren't you afraid of karma?" Mr. Rogers Sr. burst into laughter as if he had heard some ridiculous joke. "I'm curious to know who in San Joto can hand down karma on me. Oh, Benjamin, you're still as naïve as ever. No wonder the Riddle family has slumped so much now. It's all because of your stupidity." Mr. Riddle Sr. looked nonchalant despite the insult. He looked silently at the triumphant Mr. Rogers Sr. and shook his head slowly.

He was lazily holding his jar and chugged it down from time to time. "For a Rein, he's a pain in the-" Barbie threw Zabdiel a glance, her fingers where clenching as a warning. "Speak a foul and I'll rip your innards out, Diel." Zabdiel gulped down the word he was going to say. "Head. He's a pain in the head." Nobody made a comment when Neptos Rein closed in their space and leaned his huge body against the doorframe. "What are you doing here, brats?"

“We are all just living in her diner.” We let that truth soak the conversation. I told him I’d watched a baking show and pretended it was therapy. He told me about a tech who refers to every truck, regardless of make or model, as she with the kind of respect usually reserved for old ships. I told him about the sticky note on the detergent jar that said Don’t eat me and he said Banks lost a bet about whether to include …unless you’re a raccoon. I tried to imagine Sharlotte designing web banners while also doodling lemons and wanted to cry and laugh in the same breath. “Tell me something ordinary,” I said after a minute, because ordinary has edges you can hold.

“Mama, just because the teacher called you, that already means I’m the bad one? What if it turns out I did something good? Wouldn’t you be embarrassed then?” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. “And who taught you to talk like that, huh, Jarvis? Didn’t I tell you—” “I said po and opo,” he cut me off, chuckling softly. “Maybe I just forgot… po.” I sighed deeply and shook my head. “I’m telling you, Jarvis. You’re only in first grade, but you keep getting into fights. Your teacher keeps calling me to school! Do you want them to think I’m a bad mother who doesn’t teach her son good manners?”

"Do you ever run out of words to annoy people?" ‌ Carlin turned to Vasky with a mischievous grin. "Oh, Vasky, my dear mortal enemy," she replied, batting her eyelashes mockingly. "I live for annoying you." ‌ "Well, congratulations, you've succeeded," Vasky retorted, rolling his eyes dramatically. ‌ The cashier, trying not to burst into laughter, took their orders. "Alright, what can I get for you two today?" ‌ Carlin didn't miss a beat. "I'll have a triple-decker burger with extra pickles, hot sauce, and a side of spicy wings, please!"

Big j said. "We are sorry Big j." they all chorused "sorry for your gaddem selves, dumb ass!." "It's ok Big j i have to get going now, i still have to buy some groceries at the store before it gets too late" Johnson said, excusing himself. "Alright Johnson, I hear you boy, don't mind this cockroaches I have as friends, I will see you tomorrow." "of course Big j". Johnson replied as he entered his car and zoomed off he could still hear the voice of Big j yelling at his friends at the background.

Mr. Marcus raised the corners of his lips in a smirk. "This is the business world, well said, Quincy. Bring it on, I'm not afraid of you!" Quincy showcased his signature gentle smile. "Mr. Marcus, don't merely rely on words. Speak for yourself with your abilities!" "You two are really destined rivals!" Mr. Marcus pushed the door open and entered. Jessica's eyes twitched, starting to doubt that they didn't have some murky connection between them. Twice already, they coincidentally bumped into each other like this.

but still. You aren't bad until you're bold enough to use your enemy's own words to mock them. - I preferred dressing as Tink. You aren't bad until you can successfully break into somewhere get stuck there and slip away unnoticed. - that was a close call, but Luka just had to almost ruin it. You aren't bad until you've exhausted every insult and sassy remark known to mankind. -no wonder I'm always tired. You aren't bad until you have a 'muscle car'. - mine happens to be a Volkswagen Beetle.

“I thought it was rather punny.” I let out a low, frustrated groan. “Wonderful. I have to deal with two men who like cringe jokes,” I complain unhappily. Why can’t men tell normal jokes for a change? Do they all have to be dad-jokes? As soon as I spot Jay finally coming around the corner, I follow along and wait for him to notice the Sorcerer next to us. Jay gives me a confused look, then shifts his attention to Bucky. As the two of us meet up with Jay at the cabin, Jay asks, “is this lunch or the Sorcerer?”

“Excuse me? Why on Earth would I do that? This is the seat I booked, man!” “Do I look like I give a d*mn? Get your *ss up, man. Move it!” Considering that he was a man in his forties, Benedict’s 20-year-old, thug-like cockiness was genuinely surprising. Still, Javier yanked him back into his seat without leaving his own, retorting, “Come on, man. Just sit down and chill. You’re gonna look like a doofus if you end up crouching next to the aisle. People are gonna wonder if you’re peeing in public.”