Uhhhh Quotes

Uhhhh...oopsy...I accidentally dropped the pie!" (-Roke)

I want to ask you a tough question. Okay. If you could trade your championships for your health back, would you? Uhhhh. That’s not even realistic. I know. But I’d like to hear how you feel. [Pause] I would give back every one of my trophies to still be coaching. That says it’s the teaching you really love, more than the winning. That’s right. It also says that retirement is a deep wound.

Uhhhh, what was the question?

Oh, shit. Are you worried you can’t live up to the book boyfriends she writes?” “Book boyfriends?” “You know… the male main characters. The hero. Usually over six feet tall, jacked, has a massive cock, and knows how to make a woman orgasm simply by looking at them,” he explained. “Uhhhh.” I couldn’t help but gawk at the words coming out of my brother’s mouth. “I get it.” He nodded. “But what some might view as unrealistic standards created for men by women can be used to your advantage. Think of them as instruction manuals.” Jaxon snapped his fingers. “Or inspiration! Ask her if there’s a scene she wants to re-enact. Should fix it.” I waved my hand in a circular motion in front of his face. “I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just say any of that, okay?” He shrugged. “I’m only trying to help.” “That much is clear,” I muttered.

Ummmmm… I know I can be a slow nigga sometimes and the shit that comes out my mouth ain’t always the right shit to say. But uhhhh, what the hell wrong with her belly? Either she done ate a lot through them damn IV’s or Keem done been in here fuckin’ on coma pussy! Because my lil’ sis still looks like she in a coma state.

It seemed that the naval aviation community hadn’t considered the likelihood of an F-14 engaging a helicopter. Thus, when McElraft radioed confirmation of Broce’s kill, he reported: “Uh, splash one, uhhhh…helicopter!

I went to the drug store, and the clerk asked if he could help, and I said, 'Yeah, I'm looking for tiny condoms. Like, toddler-sized tiny.' And he was like, 'Uhhhh?' And I quickly explained, 'I mean, not for me, obviously.' And he laughed in semi-relief. And I said, 'They're for my dog.' And then he stopped laughing. 'They're not for her penis,' I said. 'She's a girl dog, she doesn't even have a penis. I need condoms for her hands.' And then he looked at me weird, but probably just because I said my dog has hands instead of paws, and maybe also because he thought my dog was into fisting, which she's not. Because I don't even think dogs do that. 'Not for fisting,' I added.

Yes,” Nerissa sighed, “but silly isn’t exactly the word I would use, and neither is weird. Terrifying is more like it. All of you except George are wrapped in fur like a beast, you’re glowing, and there is no definitive shape to you. You are all blurry like I might have drunk the goddess’ nectar mixed with a lot of ganjika before looking at you.” “We’re fucking Jedi force ghosts,” I sighed. “What?” Nerissa asked. “Just … uhhhh … We look like pale, blue, smokey versions of ourselves?

The kid's footfall was pretty unique. Sans looked to the kid when Papyrus looked back at him and looked to Papyrus when his brother returned his gaze to the human. They did this probably eight or nine times till they were spinning around, coming to a stop facing the human. Sans was trying very hard not to fall over as the world kept spinning. The fact that he was trying not to laugh wasn't helping. Papyrus quickly spun Sans around the other way, rushing in what was as close to a stage whisper as Papyrus got, "SANS! OH MY GOD! IS THAT…A HUMAN!?" They turned back around and Sans, out of habit, couldn't help but mess with his brother. "Uhhhh...Actually, I think that's a rock." Papyrus deflated. "OH." Sans was quick to bring the wind back into Papyrus's sails, though, asking, "Hey, what's that in front of the rock?" Papyrus lit up again, and Sans was very happy to see Papyrus so excited. "OH MY GOD!" Papyrus turned to Sans again and questioned in his not-so stage whisper, "IS…IS THAT A HUMAN?" "Yes," Sans supplied in a stage whisper.

Dad was confused. “Do you want me-”  “No talking!” the second pillager said. “Who are you!?” the first one asked again. “Uhhhh...” Dad said.