Theatre Quotes Funny Novels & Stories

I walked down the aisle towards the middle row seats which were nearly occupied, lifting my gown a bit and my ankles beginning to hurt due to the tight heels that I had worn for the first time in three years. “Mum…if it's some romantic play then I am out of here,” grumbled James, adjusting his bowtie irritatingly, as we took our seats, which felt more comfortable than the cliché cinema hall seats. “James,” called mum, giving him the look, to which his expression changed and took the form appropriate for a beloved friend's deathbed. “It's a satire by famous playwright ‘Oscar Wilde', called ‘The Importance of Being Earnest'. Your father and I, are not eccentric fools to take you, people somewh

I joked as August pouted. “All work without play makes jack a dull boy.” “Fun without limits leaves you a happy smile and broken bones.” August sat up and gasped dramatically as I laughed and flicked his nose. “Child.” I said. “Mother.” He returned. “Puppy.” “Kitten.” “Jester.” “Shakespeare.” He said as we stared into each other’s eyes before we broke into laughter. My eyes weakly opened slowly before closing once again. The feeling of someone’s hand touching mine had my fingers twitch a little before distorted voices disturbed the balance in my body.

“Are you hiding somewhere right now, watching all of this like it’s a show? “You think this is funny, don’t you? You really think I’ll believe this? “Get the hell out here!” He screamed wildly in every direction. “Sophie, come out!” Just then, a deep, furious shout came from the stage. “What the hell is going on here?”

he muttered and told Thomas to find Quincy and bring him over. When the man yelled so loud everyone in the theater turned to watch, Magnus gritted his teeth, hopped off the stage, and stalked over to stand behind the director. He didn’t say anything, simply glared at the back of the man’s head, waiting. Alec smirked, and Sunny’s eyes flickered to him then back at the man. “See what I’m saying? She is so dumb she can’t even pay attention when I’m standing in front of her talking!” the man yelled, waving his arms at Sunny. “She’s the worst actress I’ve ever hired, and I want her out of my theater!”

she giggled at her own joke. Guila’s giggle rippled through the air, a moment of levity amidst the heavy atmosphere. Her joke, bizarre and unexpected, painted a vivid picture in my mind. I couldn’t help but smile at her words, the image she conjured absurdly amusing. It was as if, even in the darkest moments, she managed to find a glimmer of humor, a ray of light that pierced through the shadows.

I joked in Shakespearean language and a few of them giggled while Frederik stopped himself from giving me a stink eye. It was going to be a long day.

“Imagine it—people would pay to see us trying to act out the most random things, and everyone deserves a good laugh once in a while.” Vale rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow, an impish glint in his eyes. “Alright, then! Next time we plan to play charades, we’ll invite the entire Elysium, staff included. But I’m warning you, if we don’t get kicked out for sheer ridiculousness, I’ll consider it a failure.” I chuckled, the idea sparking a warm thrill in my chest. “Deal. We’ll be the most outrageous act they’ve ever seen.”

I instruct her remembering everything Thelma said, I could always do one day in and one day out. ….. My eyes sparkled with laughter as I laughed at another Raffaelle joke, the room is buzzing with lots of people in fancy dinner dresses and champagne and food going around. “You’re a funny man Raffaelle” I tease playfully rolling my eyes, and taking a sip of the champagne.

"Who would be so idle?" "I don't know," Ethel replied with an ironic tone, her lips arched mischievously. "I really have no idea." "So funny," Audra responded with a hint of irony. "Why haven't they hired you as a court jester yet, huh?" He arched one eyebrow as he approached her shoulder, almost lightly pushing her. "Your humor would be so memorable it would go down in history."

"Intermission is scheduled, there are refreshments-" My mouth finds his neck and his whole thesis dies in his throat. "Okay. Flexible scheduling. The theatre is a living art form." "Stop talking." "Never. It's my whole thing. You knew this when you-" I bite him, just under the jaw, and the sound he makes is not theatrical at all. Low and caught-out and very horny. "Unfair." "Take the ironed shirt off before I ruin it." "You ruining it was the entire point of ironing it. You think I went to this kind of trouble just for the sake of-"