Theatre Quotes Funny Novels & Stories

Narciso asked and started flipping through movies on N*****x. "How about horror?" Pedro suggested, not looking bothered at all. "No, Jess will get nightmares," Gabriel said and looked at me. I looked back at him blankly and simply replied, "Your face gives me nightmares." Some people choked, and some tried to hold their laughs in. Yet some didn't. "Yooo, you just get burnt, man." Kenny and Sanchez yelled and started laughing loudly while clapping Gabriel's back. Jonathan was trying to hold his laugh in and put his fist over his mouth.

But his theatrical pantomiming won me over once more. When he finished, gulping pear juice between lively impressions of glowering generals, I wiped tears of laughter from my eyes. "Well, I'd avoid further stunts once you're back on your feet. Not all commanders appreciate irreverence." My smile turned melancholy at bittersweet memories.

I also added some comedy by teasing my sister and Nonna, then closed out with an inspirational quote that my dad always said to me. ''Stop worrying how it's going to happen and start believing that it will.'' A thunderous of claps from the crowd jumped my heart with happiness. Everyone was standing up and clapped with whistles here and there to my speech. I got off the stage and went over to Violet who was already eager to hug me. ''Oh, Jason, that was so beautiful.'' ''Not as beautiful as you.'' I touched her on the side of her face and smile. Our faces were leaning close to each other until one of the security guys interrupted us from kissing each other.

I tried to speak firmly, but to no avail, my squeaking at the end of my sentence gave me away. "Do you know who's trying to end your life?" he asked. I shook my head in response. "Hmm! You should have offended somebody without your knowledge, much to their hatred that they wanted you to burn!" that's absolutely f*cking hurt, remembering the men's conversation before we escaped the theater.

“The night I walked onstage, grabbed the mic, and—by accident—read the cue cards backward. I started with, ‘…and that’s why my mother always says, “Don’t forget to…’’ and then I tripped over the word ‘never.’” Alex laughed, the sound catching in his throat. “Exactly. And when you tried to recover you blurted, ‘I’m a method actor… in reverse!’ The audience burst out laughing—not because the joke landed, but because you looked like a confused robot trying to speak French.” She flushed a deep scarlet. “I could feel every eye in the room on me. I wanted to crawl under the stage and disappear.”

The viewers who heard Sienna’s words were all dumbfounded, and they were stunned as they asked, ‘What did she just say? Did I hear it right? Did she actually say that Quentin was a useless man?’ Someone could not hold back and typed in a comment, ‘Hahaha! I usually do not laugh unless I can’t help it. Hahaha…’ The netizens who were here to watch a drama could not get enough of it, and they swarmed over to Quentin’s live broadcast room immediately to let Quentin know about this matter through the pop-up comments.

which translates to "you become an entirely different person because you are dressed in a different...costume?" The words of the Bard came out of my mouth without my knowledge or consent. I gave Ruth a knowing wink and remarked, "All the world's a stage." She proceeded by saying, "And all of the men and women are only players." She gave me a grin while arching her brows in response to me. After making a slow circle around her, I moved her closer to me before continuing. I cited the statement that "They Have Their Exits and Their Entrances." And in the course of one man's life, he plays multiple roles.

Another one jumps in, saying, “On stage? Oh my god, what did you do?” “Well, what could I do? The show must go on,” she says, making everyone laugh. “We just kind of danced around it until someone managed to kick it into the wings, leaving a crimson trail behind.” Everyone is making sounds of disgust, groaning, and laughing. “Okay... what do you guys do when you have to cry for a scene?” Owen asks, looking around. “I think about my paycheck,” someone calls out, leading to another burst of laughter. I shrug. “I never really had a problem with it. It’s kind of like a switch for me; it just comes out when I need it.”

"So speaking about couches the other day I read an interesting article—" "Come on, move to something funny, not this crap to try and win over a dumped fat bitch," shouted, a woman from the audience." The vibrant atmosphere became dead-silent with a few murmurs of disapproving voices travelling through the air of the theatre. Dread hit my stomach, followed by a wave of embarrassment. Although her words stung, I was not going to let a stranger ruin my evening, but once the woman was revealed on the screen, I became numb—it was Amber.

, Underwood said in a very brisk tone. "I don't understand you, if you're fucking looking for who would go to a theatre with you, then you should fûvking make use of one of your slut from your piles of them, I don't fucking look like one", I barked. Nevertheless.... I was more mad at myself than him, I was just so pissed off. "Theatre?, That's ridiculous, what the fuck would I be going in a theatre?", he shot back at me.