Buster Funny Quotes

What do you have to say for yourself, boy?" Cgerise "Sorry, Ma, I'm a sexy demon magnet?" Nick "Cherise!" Bubba "Don't you even take that tone with me, Mr. Triple-Threat-I-don't-have-to-listen-to-anyone-because-I'm-the-size-of-a-tabk. You're in the doghouse, buster. You might as well pack a bag 'cause you're going to be in there so long your name's going to be engraved on the mailbox." Cherise "Ah, what'd I do, cher?" Bubba "You dragged my baby into danger, and you-- Are you one of them?" Cherise "I'm going with whatever answer doesn't get me swatted with that bat." Savitar "Cherise, calm down. What are you doing here?" Bubba "What do you think? I'm protecting my boys. Both of you ... Because Mark values his own life and inparticular his male body parts, he called me after he got off the phone with you to tell me what the two of you were doing. You didn't honestly believe that I've been ignorant of what you and Mark do at night all these years? Did you?" Cherise "Um, yeah." Bubba "Well then you're a fool,Michael Burdette. And I'm not." Cherise

It's funny, what you remember about a person".

Buster went bananas, running over to Paci and jumping up on his legs, begging for attention.   Paci didn’t disappoint him, either.   He bent down and baby-talked with Buster, like he was an old hand at it.   I smiled in amusement.   Paci was no wimp.   He was almost as big as Bodo and ripped to the max.   He had zero body fat, so Peter and I were able to admire his every muscle, which I noticed Peter was doing with unabashed curiosity.   I caught his attention and raised my eyebrows at him in a conspiratorial message of mutual admiration.   He smiled in return, giving me a pitiful wink that made him look like he had something stuck in both eyes.   It made me laugh. Paci looked up at me.   “Something strike you as funny?” “Yeah.   You baby-talking to a nude poodle.

So even if you got it loaded it could not be anything more than a study in still-life until you took the jacks away, and then the scrap metal wouldn't be funny.

Hector's mom stood there with wide open eyes and the soap powder was going all over the floor. “You see, Mom?” said Hector. “Buster really can talk and I'm not crazy after all. That's pretty weird, isn't it? I mean, it's pretty weird that I'm not crazy after all that studying and homework and exams and stuff.” Hector's mom continued to stand there, frozen to the spot. “Yo spilly yor sope poder, Misses Dumbo,” said Buster. Then Mrs Dumble fainted.

After the gala, they took Hector and Buster to a swanky restaurant for a celebratory dinner. At the door of the restaurant, the manager stopped them and said, “I'm sorry – no dogs allowed. You may leave him tied up outside and a water dish will be provided.” “A water dish?” spluttered Buster. “Outside? I didn't come here to sit outside and drink water.

Mr Dumble wouldn't stop raising his glass and making toasts to Buster's good health. (Some people might say it was just an excuse for him to drink lots of that expensive champagne which he seemed to enjoy so much, but I'm sure that had nothing to do with it.)

Time froze, every detail searing itself into memory. Loren’s tie tack was a little crooked, and the gel that kept his blonde hair immaculate was losing its hold. He didn’t look as though he’d just held a long, suspicious meeting so much as just awakened from a nap. In any other context, Buster might have found it funny, but here, in an empty conference room, with the sudden fluorescent lights stabbing at his eyes, the effect was terrifying. Any words he could have knitted together fled for the dark corners of the room, hiding under his spilled papers, in the spaces between the furniture and the floorboards, behind the heavy maroon drapes at the windows. He opened his mouth anyway, and even the start of a stammer died in his throat as his breath stalled out.

Buster never cracks a smile. Ever. No matter what. That’s what really makes it funny.

There was also a handsome water-color portrait of the balaclava Buster, the work of a lady botany professor who had hoped to reach her colleague's heart through his rutabaga. Cross-pollination had not been successful. The lady married somebody else and shandy continued his comfortable bachelor's life

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So how do you like your new lab?” Buster asked. “It’s great,” said Hector. “But I still don’t see why you need me to make new formulas for you. You’ve always relied on your super-smart intelligence in the past. Haven’t you always said that brains are the most powerful weapon of all?” “Yes, I said that,” admitted Buster.

games room playing pool with Geranium (she used a special pool cue attached to her nose and she prowled over the pool table to take her shots). Buster was lying on a sofa near the TV, but he wasn’t really watching it. He was more interested in a history book open before him. He was always very interested

Buster had seen everything. He chased after Professor Evil and bit him on the bottom. “Ow!” yelled Professor Evil. “You bit my bum!” He dropped the blue bottle and it broke. The liquid poured out onto the road and started disappearing down a drain hole. “Nooo!” cried the Professor.

Did you just say 'kay kay'?” Hector asked. “Nuh nuh,” said Buster.