Oscar The Grouch Quotes Novels & Stories

I cleared my throat and focused on my sentences. “Who the hell are you to tell me what to say?” I said, emphasizing the word ‘hell’. “No wonder Kylo doesn’t like you.” “What?” There was a sudden disorientation in my facial muscles. “You’re such a rude human.” “At least I look human, unlike you,” I said with greeted teeth. “If I were a human, I wouldn’t be proud.” “Run your mouth again and I’ll sew that.” His face was unexpressive. “Anyway, I am Osca.”

"Useless! If it weren't for Chief Quinn and Chief Lorant, you'd have been zombie food already! And now you won't even lift a finger to help. Ungrateful wretch!" "That's right, nothing but an ungrateful parasite!"

“If I choose the job, I obviously can’t go back to my mom, though?” It took her few seconds before she sighed. “Yeah, it makes sense. Sorry, I got it from p*******t and thought it was a cool quote.” I bite my lip to stop myself from laughing. But failed miserably as she made an eye contact with me. I cracked up to the point she throws the sofa cushion right onto my face. “Shut up.” “It’s a cool quote, though.” “Fuck off.”

She suddenly broke into a sneer, "Sometimes people are stupid, there is really no cure." Kevin sniffs the speech gas not to hit one place, "You say who is stupid?" "No one. You heard me wrong." Kim smiles and looks at Mara, "Aunt Mara, I remember that your horoscope says that it's best to do good every day these days, or you will be killed." Mara's face was gloomy and did not say a word. "I think you'd better take care of yourself." Kevin hums coldly and turns to enter the box.

Roger replied as he tried to imitate Mae West as well. “Of all the fabulous Mae West quotes to pick from, you go with that?” Chris chuckled as she planted herself on the sofa next to him. “It’s the best I could come up with on such short notice,” he shrugged. I placed my elbows on my desk and held my face in the palms of my hands. “Tough day, honey?” Roger asked. “Every day’s a tough day,” I replied. “Our little Gertie found herself a new man,” Chris teased.

"I'm pissed at you, stop trying to talk like some Marx brothers act!" "Which one am I? Chico, Harpo, Groucho, Gummo, or Zeppo? I think out of all my favorite siblings, I'm the Groucho. 'Cause of the eyebrows, see?" I slipped into a pretty solid Groucho accent while I wiggled my thick brows at her. Her laughter was infectious, a nice breathy giggle that had my joining her. "Works better when I have my cigar, doll." "I'm sure it does." She shook her head, and a whole panel of garnet red waves slipped over her sweater-covered shoulder. My fingers ached to touch it. "How about you answer my question first and then I can start believing that you come in peace?"

Alpha Grey said in a tone of tremendous certainty, like he knew he had already won. “That will be over my dead body,” Oscar said through gritted teeth. Grey smirked as he shrugged. “Then your dead body it shall be.” I shook my head in disagreement and turned to my parents, wanting them to say something, but they were silent, and it pissed me off. “Mom, Dad, say something.”

– He didn't finish saying, with all his golden glory, in which, in addition to his idiotic hero of the country speech, to raise everyone's spirits. So he tried to hold it in for an entire morning, his stomach was vibrating and bubbling and squeezing, as if inside him were stirring an hour of demons that when he spit a green slime on Astro-Star's face and all over his body , before of melting and evaporating on top of him, clinging to the ground like snotty green monsters, well, they screamed for all to hear. - All the necessary insults of a lifetime. Among the words were. - You filthy worm. - Hillbilly from midwestern Kansas.

"Well excuse me for not falling down and prostrating myself before you while I sing you praises and kiss your big hairy feet,but I've been almost suffocated to death by my room, levitated like Jean Grey and thrown into some freaky weird alternate dimension all in less than half an hour! I haven't even had my coke yet!" "I will never understand why you homosapiens," who the sourkraut says that??? "insist on stuffing your rather fragile bodies with harmful addictive substances.What are they called? Drugs?" He shook his head at this,"incredibly asinine if you ask me". Smack.Ouch,darn it facepalms hurt."Not cocaine! Coke!" His brows knit and as he's raising a sanctimonious finger to interject I

The quote was attributed to Winnie the Pooh, and the center of the box frame held one of Michelle’s baby pictures. The TV was the Deadmonds’ reliable old Curtis Mathis, surely so out-dated that it couldn’t possibly even work anymore. He stared at it, a hint of a smile touching his lips (“I object to all this sex on the television,” Michelle used to joke in her best British, Monty Python voice. “I mean, I keep falling off!”), and he felt that rough diamond trying to rise again.