Top Romantic Comedies Quotes

A smaller rocket cut across the sky, trailing smoke. It exploded in a red heart. "Awwwww!" said the crowd. "Upside down," said Sean. The heart was, indeed, upside down. It grew and grew, upside down, until it's lights trailed and faded. A bigger rocket exploded in bright golden sparks, and then came another red heart. "Upside down," said all the boys. Three explosions layered on top of one another, gold, blue, pink. Then still another red heart exploded, growing and growing before it faded. "Upside down," said everyone in the boat but me. My own heart expanded for Adam. I whispered, "I know what he meant.

I was a witch and like a witch, deserved to have a house fall on top of me while wearing my favorite shoes

While he gave Ella enormous credit for summing the situation so succinctly, part of him was still waiting for her to crumple on the floor in a heap. “Yes it does. But please, don’t be frightened–” “Oh pack it in,” she snapped, re-lacing the top of her bodice. “You’re not marrying a wilting sunflower you know.

Speaking of body decorations, I luuhhhvv your belly piercing!” Heeb said, looking at the gold ring in the center of her slim, tan waist. Despite the artic cold, Angelina had opted for a skin tight, black tube top that ended just above her belly, on the assumption that a warm cab, a winter coat, and a short wait to get into the club was an adequate frosty weather strategy. Heeb was still reverently staring at her belly when Angelina finally caught her breath from laughing. “Do you really like it? You’re just saying that so that you can check out my belly!” “And what’s so bad about that? I mean, didn’t you get that belly piercing so that people would check out your belly?” “No. I just thought it would look cool…Do you have any piercings?” “Actually, I do,” Heeb replied. “Where?” “My appendix.” “Huh?” “I wanted to be the first guy with a pierced organ. And the appendix is a totally useless organ anyway, so I figured why the hell not?” “That’s pretty original,” she replied, amused. “Oh yeah. I’ve outdone every piercing fanatic out there. The only problem is when I have to go through metal detectors at the airport.” Angelina burst into laughs again, and then managed to say, “Don’t you have to take it out occasionally for a cleaning?” “Nah. I figure I’ll just get it removed when my appendix bursts. It’ll be a two for one operation, if you know what I mean.

Ivy plopped a worn-looking fedora on top of his head. “I figured you wouldn’t care about dressing up. So I came prepared. You actually look good, Cam.” I forced myself to refocus. “Very eighties Johnny Depp,” I agreed. He blinked his gaze away from me and straightened the hat. “I’d rather be Jack Sparrow Johnny Depp, but I didn’t dress for that either.” “It wouldn’t fit eighties night,” Ivy said. He scoffed. “Who says it’s 1980s and not 1780s?

I would let her drop me off the side of a cliff, quite frankly, if it meant I could be held by her as she carried me to the top. As long as I’d be dead by the time she walked away.

I enjoy watching people fall in love on-screen so much that I can suspend my disbelief for the contrived situations that only happen in the heightened world of romantic comedies. I have come to enjoy the moment when the normal lead guy, say, slips and falls right on top of the hideously expensive wedding cake. I actually feel robbed when the female lead’s dress doesn’t get torn open at a baseball game while the JumboTron is on her.

To all the lovely ladies and the equally lovely men, Put on that favourite album from your youth, march to the kitchen henceforth, open the drawer – you know the one – with the wooden spoon inside it! Pull out that spoon-cum-microphone, turn up the music and sing your heart out. Use nothing less than the power of the top of your voice. Now, be thankful. You’re a legend in your own lifetime. And there will never be another you.

Romantic comedy heroines were seldom on top of the world, doing exactly what they'd always wanted to do.

Also, though we had decent sex, I didn’t like Gene that much. He was a financial analyst who’d early on mentioned that the University of Florida’s business school, which he’d attended, was ranked among the top fifteen in the country. Though I’d never previously wondered about the University of Florida’s business school ranking, of course this had prompted me to look it up and discover the claim was off by about ten. Far more alarmingly, he’d once used the word snowflake to disparage a co-worker who regularly took sick days because of migraines. While it was possible he meant the term apolitically, the meaning he apparently did intend wasn’t much better. And I hadn’t called him on it because I feared doing so would result in my needing to find another sexual outlet, meaning I’d have to resubscribe to a hookup app and meet enough strangers at enough bars to determine which one probably wouldn’t kill me if we went back to my apartment. If, on the plus side, Gene wasn’t homicidal, he wasn’t particularly cute, either.

A tremendous gust of wind rattles the shack, and I can’t help it. I scream. It feels good, so I scream again at the top of my lungs, like I’m the wind itself. Then arms are around me. Strong, comforting arms. They lift me off the floor like I’m nothing. I think this is it. The hut came tumbling down, and I’m dead. This is Jesus, or an angel, or my long-gone grandma here to fetch me for the afterlife. I’ve become light as a feather, my dumb ol’ body gone. But then a flash of lightning reveals the truth. It’s the devil, and I’m on my way to hell. My ex-boss Rhett Armstrong.

My cock has turned to solid concrete. I’m flying commando and it is threatening to introduce itself out of the top of my jeans. I don’t think she’s ready for the Van-Zeller manhood quite just yet. Give it a couple of days though.