Sylvester Stallone Quotes Novels & Stories

Sylvester made a big deal about taking off his jacket and rolling up his sleeves. "The rules are that each goal is a chug," He said simply. "That's a little harsh," He said. "Hey, what are you a wimp? Can't hold your beer?" He taunted. "Oh, I can hold my beer, but a chug a goal would hurt even the best drinker," He replied. "So?" Sylvester asked. "Look, Sylvester, I'm pretty good at this game. Why don't we just stop this right now," He said calmly. Sylvester snorted and Donald laughed.

About fifteen minutes into the drive, I asked, “Why so slow?” “Oh, I’m sorry. Do you feel the need, the need for… going faster?” I laughed so loudly I almost snorted and had to put both of my hands over my nose since even a baby like me recognizes the famous movie quote he almost said. “You’re a funny guy in an unassuming way.” He turned a slight shade of pink. “Yeah, well, in our line of work you have to find some way to be a little bit of a comedian, or you’ll end up in the loony bin.”

I spoke. When his stare felt too intense for me, I went back to looking at my half-eaten food. “What’s your favourite quote?” I smirked at that one, “Kill first, die last.”

Ryder replied nodding his head. “If he doesn't, it'll get really ugly for him, that I can assure you.” “You know I'm still here right? And how about doing this all night? I'm really down, like literally down. You can be at the top, I don't mind. You're a big guy,” Sylvester said, teasingly. They both stood quiet as Sylvester kept on ranting non-stop. “Is he going to stop or should I shut him up?” Another crew man said, “I'm really tired of this gay ass saying stupid stuff.”

“You… Stinger briefly glared at Harvey before showing a furious and gloomy smile. “Good! Very good! “I’ve been roaming the underworld for many years now! I’ve killed countless Gods of War and Kings of Arms in my time! “I even single-handedly took down a special forces team with hundreds of people! “But even so, I’ve never seen a man as arrogant as you! “What goes around, comes around! “I’ll remember this! “I’m sure that our paths will cross again soon enough!” “You talk too much. You have one more second…” Slap slap slap! Stinger went up to Mandy before slamming his knees to the ground. Then, he started slapping himself relentlessly. “I’m sorry, Ms. Zimmer!

He asks. "Not really. It just has to be a mistake you learned from right?" I ask, grabbing my computer. "That's going to be difficult for me. I'm perfect." He boasts."Not really. "That's going to be difficult for me. I'm perfect." He boasts. I roll my eyes and say, "We can always make something up, they won't know if we're lying." Sylvester's phone vibrates on his desk, and he checks the notification. He frowns and I ask, "Everything okay?"

I heard someone say, and I realised that Sylvester seemed impenetrable to them, but he was adorable with me. "They look so good together," someone said, admiring us. "You know she was a luna in the east. Not a virgin. He will dump her pretty soon," some hater said, and I wanted to laugh. I felt Sylvester vibrate. He must have heard that last statement. I placed my hands on his chest to calm him down. "Words don't get to me, Alpha," I assured him, and he relaxed, but he made sure he took note of the person that said it.

I look at Grant and say, “Well, either Al Pacino and Arnold can keep talking, or Mailin and I can. What’s it gonna be?” Grant stares at the little black box… then finally gives in. “Fine. Go ahead. Do whatever you’re going to do. Just as long as I don’t have to hear any more lame movie quotes.” “No guarantees on that. Mailin loooves him some Arnold Schwarzenegger,” I say as I type, We’re good. Hi Mailin. Arnold Schwarzenegger replies, “Hello, sweetheart, how are you? It’s so nice to hear your voice.”

Sarcastic, brutally honest humor that could only belong to one person. Luca. “Hey, um… so… hi. Before you block me, just hear me out. Yes, I stole your number from Nathaniel’s phone. Yes, I realize how completely insane and morally questionable that is. Yes, I might have been slightly… okay, significantly… under the influence of whiskey when I decided it was a good idea. No, I am not a stalker. But in my defense, I’ve seen your angry face now, and I would rather die by tequila shots than meet it again in person.”

I joked, and she cupped her mouth to stifle a laugh. With a playful roll of her eyes, she extended her right hand to me. "Yeah, and I'm Sylvester Stallone. A pleasure to meet you, Leonardo DiCaprio." Her smile was lighthearted, yet her tone dripped with sarcasm. I already like her sassy ass. I accepted the handshake. "Pleasure to meet you too, Sylvester Stallone." "For real though, tell me your full name." She demanded haughtily. "Ladies first." I returned, my eyes on the road.