Oscar The Grouch Quotes Novels & Stories

He laughs but shuts up. “Ok, listen, while we are on the topic of quotes, I have some funny, sarcastic ones,” he says and opens his phone to read some. “Two wrongs, don’t make a right, take your parents as an example,” I laugh. I can use it on anyone who messes with my friends. “Tell me more,” I urge him. “Even people who are good for nothing can bring a smile to your face when pushed down the stairs,” I chuckle.

"Looks like no one will be here to watch you die tonight, Freddy." Freddy stood up straight, arms crossed. He answered Oscar's taunt with a single sneer. "You're too arrogant, Oscar," he said in a deep, weighty voice—a real threat, a promise to kill him. "On the contrary, I just don't want to humiliate you in front of an audience. At least I don't want Era to hear the details of your death."

Oskar's coach and mine shake hands and have a brief chat to show how cordial they are. The same can't be say for us. Oskar puts on the best fake smile he can muster and he speaks to me in a low voice that only I can hear. "What's up, Champ? You're proud of yourself, aren't you?" He asks. "Shut up, Fool." I roll my eyes, looking down at my shoes. "Ah, snappy. I thought you would be in a better mood after you fucked your bitch the other day. How's he, by the way?"

These crapsters brought the worst out of me. “Ho ho ho. Hear the Queen of Immaturity speak,” Jax hissed. “Better than smelling the poopy Vulture King,” I hissed back. “Dirty Goblin” “Dumb Pig” “Potty Mouth” “Barbaric Caveman” “Basic Bitch” “Clothes Whore” “Hey ! I am just an OCS- Over Compulsive Shopper,” Jax protested. “Clothes Whore,” Kai and I deadpanned. “Your moral compass is on fire,” Jax huffed.

I pull away from him and act coy because really, I feel as if I’m dreaming. “Oh just that I’m immortal and going to look like this forever,” I say, casually. I’ll actually wrap my head around the gravity of those words another time. “Niiice. Good thing you got a smokin’ hot body babe,” he teases, and I rub his nose with mine. “Gross! Hello?? We’re still here,” Oscar whines. We both turn our heads toward him at the same time. “Then go away,” we both say, as if rehearsed. Frederick bursts out laughing, much to my shock.

Quickstep enquired to Octavio. His voice showed concern unto his oblivious friend who was still continuing his nonstop barrage of insults towards Quickstep. "May you die like the ant that you wish to become, fool! Beware! You might even commit murder accidentally when your ant friends slip off on your bald shiny head. Hahaha! You're a virus! Even I have become contaminated with your folly! Hahaha!

“I'm sorry I repulse you so much.” My eyes bore right through the side of her head. She would glance over around the corner of her eyes but look away when she saw I was still looking. “It’s not like you haven't made mistakes in your life too. Nobody is perfect and you shouldn't judge people for–” “Mom,” Oscar thundered loud enough to draw the attention of the tables around. “Mom,” he whisper-yelled. “Stop that right now.” “I didn't mean it like that. It was – okay, fine.”

(Institute Guardian Professor) “SHUT IT!!..what anxious?!…everyone is mad…I am mad too!!…”.(High Scholar Vannesa Lumariy) “For god sake!!…that old foggy is messing up again!…that stupid white bearded old man will never stopped me from getting my grilled spice octopus!!…I’m calling that old man now!!!….PICK UP YOUR GODDAMN PHONE!!!!!!…..HELLO!!! You old bastard!..just say YES!!!!!…”.(Grand Scholar Angelina Hecklersiet)

You can shut the f*ck up now Ash: Don't talk to me like that OF: Don't be an a*shole to me AJ: He's worried about you OF: He's not, but even if he is, he doesn't have to be such an a** about it AJ: He tends to get harsh to those he's worried about AJ: Ironically OF: And stupidly -_- Ash: I'm right here OF: I don't care WG: Has everyone forgotten Olivia may be dying of poisoning? MC: No... OF: If it may relieve me from your stupid Boss, then I'd happily eat another pastry Ash: Don't be like that OF: You don't be like that OF: Talking to me like I'm an idiot 12 years old OF: And before you say anything, I'm not in the mood for sarcasm

Oscar asked me with raised eyebrows, clearly not believing anything I said. “Don't give me that scrap, I know there's something wrong with you ever since the night at the club you've ______” “ Don't ” I called sharply at him, shutting him off while Oscar looked at me with concern. I relaxed as I turned to stare at him, forcing myself to smile “ I just don't want to talk about that night ” I called to him with a light smile on my lips.