Nemo Funny Quotes Novels & Stories

Did you have a dream they got eaten by a cannibal? 'Gosh darn, you suck at jokes,' Nev said rolling her eyes. Izzie nodded in agreement. 'You def need a degree in joke-ology to crack one.' They all turned to stare at her. Naima sighed. It was a sigh that meant she couldn't believe the stupidity of the person she was sighing at — which at that moment was Izzie. 'I think you're the one who needs the degree,' Nev said. 'Yeah,' Thelma and Naima said together. 'I'm still mad at you, so don't go thinking you're forgiven.' Naima quickly added. 'Oo, I'm so scared.' Everyone laughed.

“And that guy’s some important mogul taking the helm of a bullish company? Mate, I don’t think its upward growth is gonna last any sooner.” “Dude thinks that just because he watches some action superhero movies on Netflix or Disney+ or something, and he’s suddenly a superhero of his own right! Haha, you can’t make this sh*t up!” Every member of the Northmob Council was seized by laughing fits. They did not try to hide their amusement and scorn behind any pretense. Some even laughed so hard that tears were rolling down their cheeks.

“Consider it a friendly reminder that life’s full of surprises. Besides, watching you jump like a kangaroo on caffeine is pure entertainment.” “Ha ha!” Carmen rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “It was not funny.” Molly raised an eyebrow, her smirk morphing into a grin. “Oh, come on, Carmen,” she teased, bumping her shoulder playfully. “You can’t deny that your reaction was priceless. I haven’t seen someone nearly leap out of their skin like that since… well, never.” Carmen knew better than to engage in that conversation—no one could win from Molly, the wiser. Instead, she shifted her focus to the lively scene below, observing the large blue pool and the bustling crowd around it, some even s

It pricked its ears, advanced towards Irene and barked. ‘Nemo,’ the boy said, ‘don’t. It’s not polite.’ So this was Nemo, Irene thought, with an inward gurgle of laughter. A lively bundle of pure mischief, no doubt. No wonder Diane had looked so apprehensive last night. She stood up and put her head to one side. ‘How do you do, Nemo?’ she said down to the dog. ‘I must say you don’t look at all like a clown fish to me.’ She bent down to pat the puppy and was rewarded with several enthusiastic licks that made her laugh and tell the boy she thought his dog was lovely.

I traced a constellation with a glint in my eyes, “It’s my motto, maybe you should make it yours too” I tilted my head to give him a genuine smile. I saw his wheels turning in his head for a while through his green orbs, then he broke into small chuckles, shaking his head. I blinked my eyes as to why he was laughing. We were talking serious things right before he began chortling. Did I say something funny? “Why’re you laughing?” I asked. He silenced his chuckles to look at me biting his lips preventing any more. “No wonder you were called the ‘Quote Schmuck’” he quoted.

"You're being cute about fish tacos when we have approximately forty-seven serious things to discuss." "I can be focused and appreciate the fish tacos simultaneously," he said. "I'm a multitasker." She looked at him for a second and then laughed — a real one, the kind that snuck up on her, and she saw him relax slightly when it happened, like he'd been waiting for it and was relieved it had arrived. That was the thing about Neo. Even in the middle of everything, he knew when she needed to laugh and he gave her something to laugh at. She didn't think he always did it consciously. She thought it was just — him.

I replied to him in the same casual manner. “You are right. You have a bright future, and I am sure that there is no hurdle in this world that can stop you.” he comforted me, but his encouraging words sounded absurd. “Thanks for the encouragement, Mr. Nester, but I am still a normal person.” I replied to him in amazement. “Who is saying?” One of my teammates, a regular wolf, Reena spoke to me with a scoff. My smile faltered and I looked at Mr. Nester, who also had an annoying look.

Walked back to him and held it out. He didn't take it. "Pick a word like that again," I said calmly, "and your father will hear about it before dinner." "Ooh." He leaned back in his chair, arms folded, smirking up at me. "Does the little nanny need to punish me?" "Emerson." "What are you going to do, Brooklyn?" His eyes were bright with amusement. "Ground me? Spank me?" He tilted his head. "I'd really like to see you try."

While Mother Nena's sly smile was visible in my peripheral vision. "You're Softy," Sheena spoke up and tossed back her head. "Oh my God! I was such a moron!" She shook her head again before bursting out laughing. Like she had received a piece of humorous information. But there was a bizarre mixture that I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

I laugh, ducking as a tiny piece of meat flings my way when she waves her fork. “Girl, I’m always hungry,” she groans dramatically, stabbing another juicy chunk, “And this isn’t even touching it. I swear I could eat a whole cow. A live one.” “What about the control pills, darling?” Neema asks, squinting at her with a raised brow, nursing her tea with exaggerated calm. I burst into laughter. “Seriously, Neema? Do you really think those things work?” I mimic tossing imaginary pills over my shoulder. “Please, that was hope and vibes in a bottle.”