Johnny Bravo Quotes Novels & Stories

Thank goodness my throat feels raw with all the shouting. The barman places a pink shot infront of me "From the guy over there" He gestures to a cute guy waving at me but it seems rude to abandon Arnold. We are having so much fun and I'm getting paid. He's right. This is job goals. "Tell him thanks but I'm with someone" The barman didn't have a chance to take the shot back, Arnold downs it.

Hearing his story definitely explains why he's always cracking jokes or acting as if things aren't extremely serious when in all actuality, they are. He's just living his life the best way he knows how to. "Life's too short to be a stick in the mud Juno. Smile for once" Vito said, pushing up the corners of my lips. This time, I didn't move to smack his hands away, not feeling the need to as I let his words sink in.

Johannes's car is a little far from here, and we'd need to get past the two men who are playing with their knives before reaching his car. "Don't provoke him, boss," I whispered to him. He arched a brow and smirked. "Provoke not who? Did you forget who I was just because they were swinging their bats like that? Hell, that. I was my team's cleanup and ace when I was in high school!" Seriously, how could he have the time to brag about such a thing when we're in this tight situation? "Hah. What an arrogant bastard," Pablo remarked and glanced at me. "Your fucking father stole my money. Pay me back tenfold, bitch! Damn it." He spits his saliva in front of our feet.

"I don’t know who any of you are. You’re talking to me like I’m some street rat you just picked up." "I told you," he continued, his jaw set. "I didn't fake the Tithe. I didn't push Carl. I was ready to leave." I let out a heavy, theatrical sigh. Without thinking, the old nickname slipped out. "Alright, alright. I get it, Johnny. Easy now." The air in the room froze. John stiffened, his breath hitching. That was the line. Every time he’d been shaken by a hit gone wrong or a nightmare about the orphanage, I’d pull him into my lap and say those exact words.

I asked, genuinely curious. “It means no matter how many times life burns you down, you can always rise again,” he said simply, his tone unusually serious. Bree rolled her eyes beside me. “Great, now you’ve gone all philosophical on us.” Bryon smirked and leaned back, picking up his controller again. “Just saying. Maybe you should get one, Octavia. A tattoo might make you look less, you know...innocent.” I raised an eyebrow. “Innocent?”

“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.”

He hadn't said a word since I'd parked the truck like a madman outside and walked in, my heart pounding like a war drum inside my chest. "Whisky. Double," I grunted to the bartender, a quiet guy who knew me from other bad nights. The glass slid in front of me, the amber liquid promising momentary oblivion. I reached out, but a hand larger and rougher than my own landed on my wrist before I could touch the glass. "No," João's voice was low, but firm as steel. "Take your hand off, João," I warned, not looking at him. "Alcohol," he continued, calmly, not yielding, "makes a man think with the wrong heart, boss. Clouds what's clear. You're not one to run. Never have been."

As Johnny spoke, he took out a bamboo tube and pressed a button at the bottom of the tube. Then, with a "pop", a signal arrow flew upward, and red fireworks exploded in the sky. "Calling for backup?" Woody frowned. Johnny gnashed his teeth and laughed in a crazed manner. "You're smart, boy! But you're not smart enough! You can never imagine what you're about to face. Haha!" At the next moment, a figure flew across the sky. Then, the sound of thunder followed right after. "Who is that? How dare you cause trouble at Neovito and hurt my apprentices! Do you have a death wish?" an old, angry voice sounded out.

Johnny greeted, smiling, as I got into his shiny little sports car. “Hey. You already psyched and ready for the competition?” I asked, grinning. He nodded. “Yeah, I’m a bit nervous though. The new trick that I’ve been practicing keeps going wrong. I’m gonna look like such a dick if I fall on my face,” he groaned, grimacing. “You won’t fall on your face, Johnny. Have some confidence,” I replied sternly.

Maeve asks and I shrug. "I don't know. All I can say is that, I learned to let go of anything that doesn't make me happy. Time will tell," I say and take a sip of my soda. "Aw! That's okay. You just do you, okay?" Maeve asks. "Okay." I smile at her. "In other news," Johnny cuts in and we all sit up and look at him. He is wiggling his brows while grinning at Maeve. "What?" Kye asks.