Banter Quotes

“Produce an invitation and I'll eat that ruffled atrocity of a hat."
"Then get a fork and give me five minutes.”
― Emily J. Taylor, Hotel Magnifique

“I’m tired of this honorable Woodsman pretense,” I tell him. “You’re a prince. Act like one.”
“You wouldn’t like it much if I did.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’d gag and bind you for talking to me the way you do.”
― Ava Reid, The Wolf and the Woodsman

“What are you trying to do back there, Boy Scout? Get a merit badge for eating ass?” Julian gasped out.”
― Katherine McIntyre, Wisdom Check

“Cutting off the head does not work,” Emil shouted, and I turned to see a headless skeleton tracking the dumbfounded Atlantian. “I repeat. It does not work!”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, The ​Crown of Gilded Bones

“My dear," I said, "if you would only exercise a little care--"

"I do sometimes," said Griselda, "But on the whole, I think things go worse when I'm trying.”
― Agatha Christie, Murder at the Vicarage

“Who are you?' Daggler asked, stepping forward with an inquisitive expression.
'I'm General Sunshine, and this is Private Misgivings,' Picket said, smirking.”
― S. D. Smith

“Jasper made gagging noises. “Don’t tell me this darling child is used to eating garbage.”
― Katherine McIntyre, Strength Check

“Merrick pulled up after a few moments, smiling. “Probably not how I’m supposed to behave toward a prince.”

Larkin gripped Merrick’s backside to hold him in place. “Indeed, you ill-bred commoner, how dare you?”
― Molly Ringle, Lava Red Feather Blue

“It was some time before he motioned for me to come out, and when I did so, I couldn't help glancing around nervously. The gardeners were now mere specks in the distance.

"Do they work at night as well?" I asked, looking around at the dusky pall that still thankfully covered the sky.
"It will be morning soon," said Er Lang. "But they seem to go around at all hours. You look dreadful, by the way," he remarked conversationally.

I glared at him, conscious of the way my hair had straggled out of its plaits, the dirt that encrusted my clothing, not to mention the tear stains on my grimy face. "Why does it matter?”
― Yangsze Choo, The Ghost Bride

“Lenny: You're doing that thing again.
Nero: What thing?
Lenny: The thing where you grin like a maniac and I can't work out whether you're about to strangle me.”
― Garrett Leigh, Strays

“Harry" Bob muttered at me, "Stop trying to piss it off!”
― Jim Butcher, Cold Days

“So what’s the plan?” Carter asked. “Maybe a flanking manoeuvre?”
“Or,” Annabeth said, “we could try a diversionary –“
“Charge!” Sadie barrelled into the clearing, her staff in one hand and her Greek scroll in the other.
I glanced at Annabeth. “Your new friend is awesome.”
― Rick Riordan, Demigods & Magicians: Percy and Annabeth Meet the Kanes / The Heroes of Olympus the Demigod Diaries

“...and Khalad is too engrossed in his work at the moment to hear us, much less be of use in conversation."

"To be a perfectionist is not the same as being
deaf," Khalad said without looking up, and the bone witch laughed.”
― Rin Chupeco, The Heart Forger

“”
― Rin Chupeco, The Heart Forger

“Being a bastard to her isn't going to help, I told Fox


That's not my problem


Sometimes I want to throttle you


Get in line. It's a long one”
― Rin Chupeco, The Heart Forger

“Heavens, imagine what a lost lamb I would be without a strong young man guiding me," I muttered.

"I always pictured you as more of a kid goat," Blackwood said. "Always butting heads.”
― Jessica Cluess , A Poison Dark and Drowning

“Okay, truth,” Cal said, quick to shift directions. “I don’t like Star Trek.”
Jules knocked knees with him. “That’s it, fake boyfriend, we’re breaking up.”
― Katherine McIntyre, Wisdom Check

“Cal shook his head. “Can’t do the no-strings-attached thing—I need emotional lubricant.”
Jules wrinkled his nose. “You just turned something sexy like lube into something gross.”
― Katherine McIntyre, Wisdom Check

“Well, he was a good uncle when it truly mattered."

"Like when you became a fugitive and needed somewhere to stay, so he signed me up for the job," he says dryly.

"Yeah, exactly!”
― -MMIV-, Alaska's Illicit

“Well, look who it is! Our very own Lady Shakespeare!” Reed exclaims, feigning a terrible British accent.
“You know, that’s not going to get old at all,” I comment.
“Shall I not compare thee to a summer’s day, then?” Reed asks.
“Oh, please don’t.”
― Jacqueline E. Smith

“Oh, come on, Mark," I chide. "Don't be an agent of the patriarchy. It's perfectly acceptable for men to wear whatever makeup they want. You're just jealous because you couldn't pull it off if you tried.”
― Jennifer Ann Shore, Young at Midnight

“Well. You look like shit," she said.

"I love you, too, baby."

Her eyes narrowed harder. "I reckon there's nothing to say to all this."

"Don't fret now, sugar. You'll think of something. You always do.”
― Allie Ray, Holler

“We actually do have women out in the hills. Damn pretty ones, even."

"Llewellyn, that is no way to be talking about your sister."

"You can go directly to hell, Bill."

Bill grinned. "Fuck you, Jackson, I'm a Catholic. I can't go 'die-rectly' fuckin' nowhere. I got purgatory.”
― Allie Ray, Children of Promise

“Judge, can't I dance with your daughter?"

Judge Beaumont let out a loud scoff. "You? No."

"Well I can't get her pregnant just by dancing, Judge.”
― Allie Ray, Children of Promise

“Kenny. You've got the Moroccan carrot salad done, but where are we with the brussels sprouts?"
"Everything is prepped. We just need the sprouts."
"Good. Go ahead and start caramelizing the onions for the goat-cheese toasts, and then get the bacon going---just be sure to undercook the bacon. It'll cook the rest of the way in the oven."
"Yes, chef."
"Clementine, can you take over the grilled crudités? We need to get them chilled by five."
She nodded. "Yes, chef."
"Excellent. I'll start prepping the butternut-squash fritters," I said, rolling up my sleeves. "And then the mozzarella poppers. Let's get to work."



I was elbows deep in fried mozzarella and crispy-edged butternut-squash fritters when my brother and boyfriend finally arrived, wet and bedraggled, at the kitchen door.
"I have dates," Nico said, holding the crate aloft. "Dates and brussels sprouts."
"It's about time," I shot back. "You've been single far too long."
"I'm going to get cleaned up," he said, "and then I can relieve you."
"Take your time," I replied honestly. "I've got everything under control."
And I did. The fritters were done and in the warming oven with a cake pan full of water in the rack below to keep them from drying out. I'd made up the mozzarella poppers by breading the rounds of buffalo-milk mozzarella with batter and panko crumbs before deep-frying them in batches.
It had felt good to work with my hands again, good to do something other than managerial work. I cast a longing eye at Clementine's pavlovas, the baked egg whites topped with quartered figs. There was something soothing about working with egg whites, the frothy pure-white shade they became when whisked.”
― Hillary Manton Lodge, Together at the Table

“Blake pointed an accusing finger. “I know you melted the wires in my engine. Think you’re so smart. But you’re not the only one with mechanical ability.”

"You called Logan, didn’t you.”

“Of course I called Logan. He’s my mechanical ability. But that’s not the point.”
― A. Kirk, Demons at Deadnight

“You can’t leave like this. Stay positive. That’s Persuasion one-oh-one.”

“Avoid Matthias,” I said. “That’s Survival one-oh-one.”
― A. Kirk, Demons at Deadnight

“Paris? Psh, lame. I'd take my babe on horseback through the mountains up to the falls. Then we'd have a picnic on top of the waterfalls. She'll be so overwhelmed by my romantic side that she'll swoon into my arms and-"

" Die because she ate something you made.”
― A. Kirk, Interview with a Hex Boy

“Don’t try to pin this on me!”

“The lonely lone wolf didn’t deny he loved Aurora.” Blake chuckled and dodged out of the Aussie’s swack.

“Ugh.” Ayden walked beside me and put a hand around my waist. “Now I have to compete for your affection with both Blake and Matthias.”

I rolled a dramatic shrug. “I tried to put him down easy, but he’s so infatuated. It’s embarrassing. Even with all those other girls after him.”

“I can’t bloody stand you!”
― A. Kirk, Drop Dead Demons

“Blake jumped down and swept me into his arms. “Damsel rescued,” he winked.

“I needed the rescue!” Tristan limped past rubble, an arm around Heather who was gagging over the twitching demon carcasses.

“Another damsel!” Blake cradled me in one arm and opened the other to Heather. “There’s room for you too, gorgeous.”

“What about me?!” Tristan snapped.

“Dude, you’re cute, but not my type.”
― A. Kirk, Demons in Disguise