Oscar The Grouch Quotes Novels & Stories

Mayra looked at him, wanting to ask the employees to stop with their negative comments about the boss but Oscar stopped her from doing so. *Well, for me... he's such a jerk and he deserves whatever he's passing through. I wish he went to jail instead..* *Yeah! He was once this amazing boss... who knew he could get involved in such scandal... Now, I think he's not as amazing as we all think* They said so many other mean things about him and not a single person had a clue he was just behind them. Oscar was slowly getting annoyed by their comments about him and when he couldn't hold back his anger anymore.. He cleared his throat noisily gaining their attention.

Zelene Sallow: "Thank you," Oscar murmured, his attention momentarily shifting away from me as he arranged his trophies and certificates. "No problem. I suppose I've figured out what job I could pursue," I quipped, maintaining a hint of seriousness in my tone. His gaze shifted to me, a curious expression on his face. I elaborated, "Promotional work. I think I could be good at advertising someone effectively." After a brief pause, he burst into laughter.

I quickly wiped my cheeks having such a relief. "Bulletproof shirt sweetheart, we always wear them." Oscar pointing at his shirt while he removes his jacket throwing it on the side. "I could've killed him if only that stupid Dan didn't show up on time." Oscar displayed such a sour taste on his mood. He goes to the fridge to get a beer. As he fetches a bottle of water for me, he comments on how dehydrated I seem. It's not something I aim for. Then he cracks it open and forces me to drink it.

I coo, and rub his nose with mine again. It was likely a given that his first words will be bad ones but I didn’t need to start this soon. “No uhm, like the after birth and placenta, uhm… Damn it, where is the internet when you truly need it? How do I get it out? Read in there and grab the shit,” she curses. Yikes! I do NOT like the sounds of that! “You done yet,” a deep voice bellows, as I scowl at Grouch. He’s a bloody mess, but doesn’t seem to care.

' 'What made me so different? Oscar frowned, the deep wrinkles on his forehead furrowing into harsh lines over his brows. 'Do you know what? I have no idea now I come to think of it. I mean, I always did love a bird with a bit of sass, but when it comes to business, there's still a line you don't cross. You still gotta show a bit of respect, ain't ya? But with you, it always was different. Maybe it was latent Endorian sorcery working its magic on me, who knows?'

Even a head of state did not travel like that. "I just wanted people to understand that you carry weight. I forgot, for a moment, that it was a school. The last place on earth that cares about any of that." Oscar adopted the expression of someone ready to make the ultimate sacrifice. "Go ahead and hit me. Whatever you do, I won't hit back. Not until you feel better." Rebecca looked at him, unsure whether to laugh or stay angry. "Who said anything about hitting you?" She turned her head away again.

he quoted. “The what?!” He burst into laughter again, “You didn’t know?” “Woah! That’s so rude of them to call me that” I gaped at the thought. “Hey, stop laughing! I’m gonna take back the friendship handshake if you laugh anymore” I threatened. He sat straight immediately clearing his throat. “Sorry, it’s not my fault you quote too much”. “But schmuck?” I placed a finger under my chin squinting. “That’s so rude. Who even came up with that?”

He said, standing up. "Why didn't you just take us?” I yelled after him. “You know I'm a terrible driver" he yelled back. I scoffed, smiling. That was true. His favorite quote was, why drive a car when it's not trying to kill you? Only God knows where he read that one from....

Gross! "Fine. Take all the time you need, princess" she mocked. Why is she mocking me? I have the good sense to turn around, enter my car and just…yes! Finally, I got the right speech. "Well, life is not fair, Aniston and unfair things happen to people all the time. But we don't throw in the towel. Instead we suck it up and keep pushing" I clenched my fist in solidarity. Aniston narrowed her eyes on me. "Did you seriously just quote Coach Richardson from that movie 'boys on fire'? How dumb do you think I am?"

I laughed the entire time because of how he used his gestures to explain every detail, ‘’ Oscar can be right sometimes, but not all the time’’ he whined ‘’ Sure, and you can also be wrong sometimes, too. No one is perfect,’’ I commented. He stopped and made a dramatic expression as he said ‘’ Are you saying that I am wrong?’’ with a p,layful, offended expression on his face ‘’ Uhm…’’ I chuckled at his question and thought about ways to flee, but I got saved by an unfamiliar voice from down the hallway.