Bantering Quotes & Sayings

Much as I'd enjoyed Sir Collin's bantering and easy ways, as much as I liked his goodness and generosity, my feelings for him weren't yet deep enough to take something so extraordinary. — Jody Hedlund

A smiling, bantering, humouring, watchful and incessant lie. A lie by day, a lie by night, a lie in every touch and every look; a lie in every caress and every quarrel; a lie in every word and in every silence. — Edith Wharton

Waiters are like actors waiting in the wings, bantering whenever we passed each other on the restaurant floor, shouting at each other backstage in the kitchen and winking and corpsing above the heads of our audience, the unsuspecting customers. — Richard Eyre

Michael scrambled around again and kissed James's lips and cheeks in brief, silly pecks.
"Breakfast?"
"You offering or ordering?" James grumbled.
"I'm offering to cook if you're offering up the groceries. Do you have eggs?"
"No, I have sperm. What the hell do they teach you in school these days?"
Michael giggled. "Chicken eggs, wise ass. In your refrigerator. — Eli Easton

It seems to me that one of the great hazards is quick love, which is actually charm. We get used to smiling, hugging, bantering, practicing good eye contact. And it's easier then true, slow, awkward and painful connection with someone who sees all the worst parts of you. Your act is easy. Being with you, deeply with, is difficult. — Shauna Niequist

I have never had anybody talk to me like this.
this is not a flirty sixth-grade phone call or bantering with friends or words passed in a note.
i feel that if my soul could talk it would
talk like this. — David Levithan

That's my girl," he murmured.
"I'm not your girl."
"Well," he said not bothering to hide his smile from her sightless eyes, "the good news is that the honey gave you back your sparkling personality."
"And the bad news?"
"The honey gave you back your sparkling personality. — Larissa Ione

Great matter to have one's hand kissed. She was provoked at his having written the apology. She answered in as light and bantering a spirit as she fancied it deserved, and — Kate Chopin

We spend so much time bantering about the words when the real open conversations might very well be our actions. I worry about our rhetoric. — Anna Deavere Smith

So, you play Batman at night, and fix-it man during the day?" His nose wrinkled in a way that was entirely too adorable for his tough guy demeanor. She didn't say a word about it though, knowing he'd never do it again if she pointed it out.

"Batman? Batman's a pathetic jelly donut. He's a little Richie Rich that prances 'round in fancy tights and dress up panties, too much of a wuss to do anythin' without a mask and a prepubescent scarecrow as a sidekick. — Amy Cook

Marcie: Neurons that play together stay together, that is how we make connections.
Danny: You want to play on my neural network? Are you sending me a modulation signal? — Andrew Neff

I had a lot of fun bantering back and forth with Kennedy. But for ease and comfort, it would be Gerald Ford. He was a down-home type. I came from the Midwest and he came from the Midwest. He was nonaggressive and kindly. — Helen Thomas

Heat burned in his eyes, something a little darker and more intense than our typical bantering called for. "In fact, I'm downright unstoppable now. A god, babe. Come on back to the office, and I'll show you."
I walked away, giving him a taunting look over my shoulder, still playing it light. "Not my religion, babe. — Richelle Mead

That's what you think of me, is it, girl?" said his lordship, a glint in his eyes.

"Oh, no!" she responded, dropping him a curtsy. "It's what I say, sir! You must know that my featherheaded Mama has taught me to behave with all the propriety in the world! To tell you what I think of you would be to sink myself quite below reproach! — Georgette Heyer

Will and Nico sat shoulder to shoulder, bantering good-naturedly. They were so cute together it made me feel desolate. It — Rick Riordan

Goody Two-shoes Evie Greene got herself pickled, for true. If I'd known you were such a juvenile delinquent, I might've asked for a new history podna."
"Juvenile delinquent? Hmm. Aren't your initials J.D.? If the shoe fits ... — Kresley Cole

The jury's still out on your level of intellect. After all, you signed up with Evil Incorporated in the first place. — Katherine McIntyre

He suddenly dropped his bantering tone and looked at Bond sharply and venomously. — Ian Fleming

She says queer things sometimes in a bantering way that you don't notice at the time and you find yourself thinking about afterward. — Kate Chopin

Trust me, baby, you weren't that good. I was just a better actress than you were actor. (Zephyra to Stryker)
Ew! No offense, Mum, I don't want to know who you've slept with. Kill the sexual bantering and him before I go deaf from it. (Medea) — Sherrilyn Kenyon

First of all, I'll tell you who I'm not. I'm not your enemy, so you can put the sharp pointy objects away,' he responded in a light conversational tone, obviously not deterred by my abrasiveness, which only pissed me off more to know he didn't find me to be a threat at all.
'Well, first of all, I'll be the judge of that,' I cut him off before he could continue. 'And second of all, I'm not interested in who you're not,' I added.
'So you're saying you're interested in who I am?' He gave me a moment to process what he said before a smile broke on his face.
My cheeks flamed. 'Hardly. Just interested in whether or not I'll be seeing you around again,' I was seething and beginning to shake with indignation.
'So you want to see me again? — Alicia Deters

Michael looked embarrassed. "No, I don't really ... I mean in real life, I don't do that. I read BDSM once in a while, but honestly, I prefer the sweeter romances."
"Sure. I believe you. Bondage Ben."
"Stop it." Michael laughed.
"Cracky McCracken." James flicked an invisible whip.
"I am not! I'm more like Nick Normal."
"Nipple Clamp Ned."
"Vince Vanilla."
James gave him a dubious look and snorted. "I doubt that very much."
Michael shrugged with an evil little smile. "Well, maybe not entirely vanilla. — Eli Easton

Chirrut shrugged mildly. "The Force did protect me." "I protected you," his partner replied. — Alexander Freed

What's got you smilin' like a bitch who just had good cock?" I was interrupted by a sexy drawl.
I looked up to see Nash leaning against the door frame, arms crossed in front of him, sexy smirk plastered on his face. He was tall, all muscle and ink; he exuded a couldn't-give-a-fuck attitude. Nash was one of the cockiest men I had ever met and the women flocked to him.
I rolled my eyes. "Can a woman not smile unless she's had cock?" I asked.
He uncrossed his arms and pushed away from the door frame; coming towards me, "No, sweet thing, it all comes down to cock."
"Well, I hate to tell you, Nash, but this woman hasn't had any today, and yet I am still smiling. I think your theory is a little off." I loved bantering back and forth with him.
He raised his eyebrows. "J's fallin' down on the job there sweetheart. You sure you don't want to jump ships? I've got all you'll ever need," he grinned at me, opening his arms wide in an inviting gesture. — Nina Levine

Perhaps it is indeed time I began to look at this whole matter of bantering more enthusiastically. After all, when one thinks about it, it is not such a foolish thing to indulge in - particularly if it is the case that in bantering lies the key to human warmth. — Kazuo Ishiguro

It is all very well, in these changing times, to adapt one's work to take in duties not traditionally within one's realm; but bantering is of another dimension altogether. For one thing, how would one know for sure that at any given moment a response of the bantering sort is truly what is expected? One need hardly dwell on the catastrophic possibility of uttering a bantering remark only to discover it wholly inappropriate. — Kazuo Ishiguro

I'm really not comfortable with you being naked," I said, struggling for a normal tone and failing.
His brow arched. "Why should it unsettle you, pet? After all, you just said I meant nothing to you beyond mere gratitude. And you've seen a man's body before, so don't pull that blushing act with me. What could be bothering you, then? I know what's bothering me." The smoothly bantering tone changed to a low, furious growl. "What's bothering me is that you dare to stand there and tell me what I do and do not feel about last night. That kissing you and holding you meant nothing to me. Then, to top it all off, that you were only reacting to me because you were impaired! That's rich. You know what those drugs did to you in the first dose, before the second one made you comatose? They killed the bug up your arse! — Jeaniene Frost

It's always more interesting when you're doing things with someone you like because you're much more open to suggesting things. Also, it's fun. It's like if you're sitting with your mates and you're bantering, or you're winding each other up and insulting each other in a playful way, but having fun with it. — Joseph Morgan

Caleb rocked back on his heels, surprised by how good her husky laughter and their repartee made him feel. He wasn't a man given to bantering with women - with anyone for that matter. Out here in the wilderness, with a woman about to give birth, he wasn't the banker or the hotel owner. I'm just a man trying to hold his guilt and terror at bay and make sure this mother and child survive. — Debra Holland

I haven't seen the film yet because I just got in from London. In the scenes where the two characters are bantering with each other, it is like bobbing at the net in tennis. — Albert Finney

Eliza's laughter died abruptly when Hamilton dropped down by her side and, for some unknown reason, began to play with the fabric of her skirt that was billowed out around her even as he continued bantering with his brother. She shot a look to Gloria and groaned. Of course the woman would have noticed her son's actions. She scrambled to her feet, made a circle around the blanket, and dropped back down on the other side of Agatha, far from Hamilton's reach. "Didn't like where you were sitting?" Agatha muttered. "I thought I'd get closer to you so we could chat," Eliza said. — Jen Turano

In the doorway of Fortnum & Mason a young couple were kissing, oblivious to the world. The neon signs mounted on the buildings cast a glossy veneer over the streetscape, glowing through the smog. Around the statue of Eros there were crowds of youngers. The girls were a mass of bobby pins and ribbons, hardly dressed for the cold weather. The boys wore suits with thin ties. They were bantering on their way from the cinemas and theatres to the bars, dance halls and music clubs further along.
"I fancy you, Kitty Dawson," a lone boy shouted. — Sara Sheridan

The bantering between them only caused their connection to spark that much more. Instead of forcing them to be at odds with each other, arguing did the opposite. It caused the flame to rise on the existing fire which churned inside of them, and they knew it and relished in the burn it created. There was a storm coming. As their desire intensified so did the turbulence of passion grow increasingly wild, demanding nothing less than consumption. — Madison Thorne Grey