Jonathan Mardukas: You're OK, Jack. I think... under different circumstances you and I probably still would have hated each other! [Both laugh loudly]
Leader of the hunt: I don't understand these animal psychologists. What is Dr. Zira trying to prove? Dr. Zaius: That man can be domesticated. [the hunt leader begins to laugh in disbelief]
Hooker: Do you wanna tie me up? Tom Baxter: [laughs] You're funny! She's funny! The absurd non-sequitur.
Malik El Djebena: What do you got? Ryad: Testicle cancer. Malik El Djebena: [laughing] Cancer on your balls? Ryad: Stop shouting! Why not make an announcement?
Sgt. Schulz: How do you expect to win the war with an army of clowns? Lt. James Skylar Dunbar: We sort of hope you'd laugh yourselves to death.
Frank Lopez: Lesson number one: Don't underestimate the other guy's greed! [laughing] Elvira Hancock: Lesson number two: Don't get high on your own supply.
Jack Rafferty: [with his hand cut, and one of Miho's shuriken in his butt, while crawling to pick up his hand] This isn't funny... don't anybody laugh.
Mitch: I like you to be exactly the way that you are, because in all my experience, I have never known anyone like you. [Blanche laughs suddenly]
Seth: [looks at the line to the bathroom] What is this, a line? Shirley: Uh, yeah, whats it look like? [laughs with her friends] Seth: [sarcastically] Oh, yeah, fuck me, right?
Rapunzel: Too weak to handle myself out there, huh, Mother? [starts twirling frying pan] Rapunzel: Well... [laughs] Rapunzel: ...tell that to my frying pa... [accidentally hits herself with pan]
[last lines] Captain: This is called farming! You kids are gonna grow all kinds of plants! Vegetable plants, pizza plants. [laughs] Captain: Oh, it's good to be home!
Dorothy: Weren't you frightened? Wizard of Oz: Frightened? Child, you're talking to a man who's laughed in the face of death, sneered at doom, and chuckled at catastrophe... I was petrified.
Donnie Azoff: Jordan, it's fucking good, right? It's fucked up. Jordan Belfort: GET OFF THE PHONE! GET OFF THE PHONE! FBI! Donnie Azoff: [laughing] I'm on the phone!
Color Sgt. Bourne: [doing roll call] Hughes! Hughes: Excused duty! [the soldiers begin to laugh] Color Sgt. Bourne: No comedians, please. Hughes. Hughes: Yes, Colour Sergeant.
There's different kinds of laughs. It's like a baseball lineup: this guy's your power hitter, this guy gets on base, this guy works out walks. If everybody does their job, we're gonna win.
Most people I know are not hard-core religious people. They are what I would call 'lightly religious.' So I don't buy the notion that we can't laugh about religion in America.
I really, really, really want to do a silly romantic comedy where I can just have a crush on the guy, trip over myself, and laugh and be goofy. I just feel like all I do is cry, sob, and fight zombies and the bad guys.
Ever since I was 2 or 3, I loved to perform for people. I would walk up to another table in a restaurant and crack a joke, sing a song, do a dance, or something entertaining, and the 'audience' would almost always smile and laugh.
I took an acting class. After the first day, the teacher quit, so they said take another. When I saw 'How to be a Stand-up Comedian,' it resonated. I realized I'd rather make 200 people laugh than make one person cry.
We're so busy broadcasting our latest cultural disdain that we scantly notice anything we enjoy. 'Oh man, this Rebecca Black kid is terrible! Let's laugh at her!' has become more culturally relevant than, 'I really love this new Bilal record.'
There was no way to laugh anymore, to love, to care, and there was a sense of guilt in having survived when others had been killed. I turned into a worse workaholic than I had already been by trying to work myself into the ground.
