Marvin Martian Quotes Novels & Stories

"I'm going to ruin the seats." "For God's sake, Mars," Martin barked from the front. "It is her first time. Don't be an idiot." Martin let out a loud groan. His arm was moving even faster now. "Just get her up here," Martin ordered. "Let me finish in her mouth." I felt the blood drain from my face. "Who is the idiot now?" Mars snapped at him. "Watch the road before you wreck the car." I hoped they would start fighting. If they got distracted, I could grab the door handle. Maybe I could jump out even at this speed.

But I let my pride do the talking for me. “Like I care!” I said waspishly. “Haven’t you heard of the saying the more you hate, the more you love?” She was teasing. Martina is making me payback for all the times I shipped her with my brother Marcus. She was relishing this. “Don’t start on me, Martina! I thought you didn’t like my ex?” “When did I say that? I only said that love complicates our lives. I am speaking for myself, not you.” She corrected.

Back on Earth she would be lucky to get even one person to appreciate her. “It will be ‘all’,” She said defiantly. “But you’ve got to make me want it. Are you man enough to do that, Martian?” “Ah, the infamous North American spunk that I heard so much about.” He rubbed his jaw. “I thought they stopped making women like that a century ago.” “Well, I broke the mould.” She sneered. “And now I am here on Mars to set a new one.” “We shall see, wont we?” He rubbed his hands gleefully.

I laughed at his comment because, from everything he’s told me tonight, it turns out Richfield really does scare him. “I’m sure he will when he comes back here, Mr. Wright.” He glares at me even as his eyes shine with amusement. “Now that’s just mean, Martian. You’re giving me a downgrade, not an upgrade.” Somewhere between all the talking and laughing, he started calling me Martian, because apparently, I could be from Mars, since I’m so different and am also named Mars.”

"You, are gorgeous." "You know, you are not all that bad Luciano Martini." "I know. My best quality." ♧♧♧ ♧♧♧

He sputtered out more blue blood. “Don’t talk. Just be quiet. You are too handsome to die like this, I will make sure to save you. Listen to my story before we get there. You see, I have a small baby sister named Aiden. She is so beautiful, and I want her to marry a handsome Martian husband when she grows up. I want you to live long and take care of my sister. You have to pay me back for saving your life. I promise you that you will not regret making a decision to live on a day like this” The Martian man instantly stopped and started coughing violently and spurting out another round of thick, Martian blood. Anyone could easily tell that he was at the verge of his death, and barely keeping up

She laughs. "You'll get nabbed if you go down a dimly lit aisle." She scolds sarcastically. "I told her once they'd bring me back, and she busted my ass with a bottle of lemon lime soda..." "No! No! Oh my gosh! That's freaking hilarious! She looks so sweet and sad though." "It was full, I swear! She always buys the liters instead of the regular bottles because it's price savvy. It hurt like a bitch. Believe me, she's not always sweet. Sometimes she gets the power of Satan in her." We laugh at the thought of a possessed Marta.

"Too isolated. Anything could happen." "I know where this is. There's a park near there where Mike and I picnicked when we were still having fun. I'll be fine." "You leave this damn phone on," Marti ordered. "And be careful." "I'm fine," she insisted, then laughed. "Everyone deserves an adventure, right?" As she turned the corner to another street the littler butterfly on her clit began to buss and it was all she could do to hang onto the wheel and steer.

Madam Marino said coyly with a blush that couldn't be seen by anyone except for herself. "Sì sì ... Solo quelli che non hanno occhi, denti o forse anche un po 'di carenza di cervello ( Yeah yeah... Only those who don't have any eyes, teeth, or perhaps a little shortage of brains too )," Orion said nonchalantly.

He pondered his thoughts. "I'm hungry." Martina let out a sigh, and Roberto locked his gaze on her. Martina yelled as he remained silent and turned away. "I said I was hungry!" "I'm hungry!" "We're not going to be able to stop here!" okay? When we go to Mexico, you'll be able to eat." Her eyes widened as he responded. “What?! When I get to Mexico? I can’t wait until then! I'm going to a party with you, and you're not willing to feed me? Do you want me to make you seem bad during the party? Because that's what I'm great at." She screamed angrily.