...I've come to explain to you why we're going to have to put our deal on hold. We can't afford to be seen to do business with, well, whatever it is you're accused of being. A businessman of your stature will understand.
I think, Mr. Fox, that a simple phone call would have sufficed.
Well, I do love Chinese food. And Mr. Wayne didn't want you to think we'd been deliberately wasting your time.
Just accidentally wasting it.
Very good Mr. Lau. "Accidentally".
Much like having different hammy actors in the same work, sometimes putting two snarky characters into the same works and having them interact in some form of discussion (especially an argument) can seem like a competition in sarcasm. This often makes it a little easier to tell which character is more of a snarker; it can also be a sign of Belligerent Sexual Tension, as it's a form of combat in which the antagonists suffer no actual physical damage, and many of the attacks can double as denials of the attacker's true feelings for the target (or be interpreted as such).
See also Volleying Insults and World of Snark. Well, Excuse Me, Princess! is a specific version of this between a snarky hero and a snarky princess. Also may figure in Passive-Aggressive Kombat and Politeness Judo. Bantering Baddie Buddies often engage in conversations like this.
Alternatively could be called "having a sass off".
Not to be confused with cruise missile warfare.
Examples:open/close all folders
Anime & Manga
Trife: What am I supposed to do with so little intel!? The members of the Intelligence division aren't fit to feed cats!
Junior Officer: I object to that statement, sir.
Trife: Ah yes, you recently transferred from the Intelligence division, didn't you? Very well, I retract my statement: the members of the Intelligence division are perfectly suited to feeding cats.
Trife's Aide: I'm sure the Intelligence division is flattered by your assessment, sir.
Audio Plays
:
Volund, to be drained, to be exhausted, to be left to rot, his bones picked clean by dimensional scavengers, his black ichor smeared across the stars.Comic Books
You think you're
powerful. I've known power since you were a vodka-fueled question on the tip of your parents' tongues. My name is
Selena.
I don't know
whoyou are, but
no onedenigrates vodka like that in
myhome.
Your media empire supports
Supergirl. Starting today, we put her and everyone she knows to the boot. Including you.
Really?
Thoseboots?
Starscream: Look, I can be disingenuous—
Bumblebee: Your vocabulary is improving.
Starscream: I bought a dictionary calendar.
Monet: Toilet humor. Somehow appropriate coming from someone with your pedigree, Creed. I wonder, as the poor fools are getting trounced, do they still appreciate your everyman wit or are they more enamored by my sheer awesomeness?
Creed: Ain't nobody as impressed by you as you are, Monet.
Monet: Maybe not. But can you blame me?
Creed: Guess not, frail...
Monet: And don't call me "frail."
Comic Strips
I'm feeling a little hoarse.
Horse?
Maybe you got a colt.I need some cough stirrup.
Maybe you're gelding a fever.
It's mare-ly a sore throat.
Hope you filly better.
Uh... You're ugly!
I win.
Fan Works
Mittens: All well and good for you, at least, except that you've got an audience of one over here that can't unsee your transgressions against terpsichorean excellence.
Rhino: [waving his paw dismissively] Yeah, yeah — put the snark thesaurus away and make with the music already.
Carol: And what time do you call this?
Harry: No idea, someone pinched my watch.
Kurt: Mein Gott.
Harry: I'm no one's god. I'm...
Carol: Just your average ordinary everyday super psychic Prince of Asgard.
Harry: Yeah, right. Making new friends?
Carol: A few. And what the hell are you wearing?
Harry: This? Oh, a little something I picked up. I think it'll catch on.
Carol: Catch on fire, maybe, that thing's a crime against nature.
Harry: I think it makes me look dashing.
Carol: It makes you look like an escapee from a '90s music video.
Shinji: The debauchery in there is staggering...
Asuka: You're one to talk! How many beers did I see you knock back?
Shinji: You too! You're not 21 either, right?
Asuka: Hmph! I'm too busy to keep track of stupid, prudish American laws!
Shinji: I think we made a bigger mess than we cleaned up...
Asuka: It was a moving party! It's not supposed to be clean.
[...]
Asuka: Ya know... You'd be a pretty good pilot if you knew how to control yourself...
Shinji: Weirdest way of conceding I've ever heard...
Dev-Em: Oh, Sheol. What a headache. El, tell me. Was that another one of your unending parade of people who want you dead?
Superman: As a matter of fact, it was, Dev. I can lend you a few, if you'd like to take them home with you.
Maya: It's so lovely! [...] Oh Asuka, you're pregnant again.
Asuka: [...] BAKA-SHINJI! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!
Shinji: My fault!? Why is it always my fault!?
Asuka: Of course it's your fault! You're a male!
Shinji: Oh yes! I suppose it's got nothing to with you throwing yourself at me almost every night for the last few weeks! And you kept insisting on being on top as well!
Chara: Wow. Kind of a prick, aren't you.
Gaster: Bit of a brat, aren't you.
Chara: You wanna go, Dingaling?!
Gaster: Oh please. You're as threatening as a feral kitten.
Chara: I WILL FIGHT YOU.
Gaster: You will do no such thing in your condition.
Chara: What? You scared old man?
Gaster: Tiny, gremlin child. I will burrito you in a blanket. I have zero qualms.
Chara: You know what-?
You sound lively for a
two-centuries-years-old guy.
Ghouls can live pretty long, if they don't go insane or get shot by racists or if nobody stabs them in the back and kills their moms.
[...]
I'll talk to those three [Akira, Makoto and Haru] about the immoral murderous bastards running around... and also the Legion.
Tora: Who do you think Hoseki's representatives would believe? One of the maids from a café that has done a grand event for the first time, or the well-mannered and chivalrous Igarashi heir?
Sarakshi: Well-mannered. Chivalrous. Excuse me while I gag, Igarashi.
Tora: I'm sure something as unattractive as that would be right up your street.
So, my arachnid friend, what do you think of the Clown Prince of Crime? Am I much more impressive in person?
Forgive me if I'm not threatened by Ronald
McDonald's ugly cousin.
Shinji: Hey, why the sour face? Forget to drink your prune juice this morning?
Asuka: No, just wondering how this country ever became important when it's filled with morons like you.
Shinji: Oh, you wound me. And I think you got a little collateral damage on you there.
Asuka: I'm a quarter Japanese, and I was raised in Germany. I think I took minimal splash.
Shinji: Ah, so the Übermensch German sides overwhelm the barbarian Japanese side?
Asuka: Can you cut it out with the Nazi jokes?
Shinji: But they're so easy! Come on, throw an Imperial Japan joke. Hell, I haven't even tried to throw out any weird German fetish jokes cause I know you'll have way too much tentacle demon material to work with.
Asuka: Oh? You know about German porn do you? Pervert.
Shinji: I walked into that one.
Asuka: You set yourself up for that one.
Shinji: I see no contradiction between our statements.
Films — Animation
It's alright, I've taken care of it.
The settlers need to know they can trust
usto do the right thing.
Youshould not have interfered!
I beg your pardon!
I was trying to help.
I did not
askfor your help.
Well, you didn't say "thank you," either. Whatever happened to manners and etiquette?
Well, since you are new here, I don't expect you to have them yet.
Trapped! Trapped!
Stuck here with you for five hundred years.
If you'd got me a good lawyer, I'd have split four hundred years ago.
Now listen here, pal, I didn't come here to be insulted.
Oh. Where d'ya usually go?
Films — Live-Action
That's a brazen costume for a cat burglar.
Yeah? Who are you pretending to be?
Bruce Wayne, eccentric billionaire. Who's your date?
[motions to the man Selina was dancing with]His wife's in Ibiza. She left her diamonds behind, though. Worried they might get stolen.
Mm. It's pronounced Ibeetha.
note It's actually "Eebeetha"You wouldn't want any of these folks realizing you're a crook, not a social climber.
You think I care what anyone in this room thinks of me?
I doubt you care what anyone in
anyroom thinks of you.
Don't condescend, Mr. Wayne. You don't know a thing about me.
Well, Selina Kyle, I know you came here from your walk-up in Old Town, a modest place for a master jewel thief. Which means that either you're saving for retirement, or you're in deep with the wrong people.
You don't get to judge me just because you were born in the master bedroom of Wayne Manor.
Actually, I was born in the Regency Room.
I started out doing what I had to. Once you've done what you've
hadto, they'll never let you do what you
wantto.
Start fresh.
Ugh. There's no fresh start in today's world. Any twelve-year-old with a cell phone could find out what you did. Everything we do is collated and quantified.
Everythingsticks.
Is that how you justify stealing?
I take what I need to from those who have more than enough. I don't stand on the shoulders of people with less.
I think I do more to help someone than most of the people in this room. Thank you.
I think maybe you're assuming a little too much.
Q: A pen. This is a class-4 grenade. Three clicks arms the 4-second fuse. Another three disarms it.
Bond: [clicks the pen 3 times] How long did you say the fuse was?
Q: [takes the pen back and disarms it] Oh, grow up, 007.
Bond: Well, they always said the pen was mightier than the sword.
Q: Thanks to me, they were right.
If you're Q, does this make him R?
Ah yes, the
legendary 007 wit... or at least half of it.
Give me the old firing range any day, Quartermaster.
Yes, well they call it the Future, so get used to it.
[takes Bond into a museum of call backs]This where they keep the old relics, is it?
Seems your hunch was right, 007. It's too bad the Evil Queen of Numbers wouldn't let you play it.
(
clears her throat)
(
winces and slowly turns around to face her)
You were saying?
No, no, I was just...just um...
Good. Because if I want sarcasm, Mr. Tanner, I'll talk to my children, thank you very much.
Juno: Harry. [Now you're at my mercy, asshole.]
Harry: I wish I could say it's nice to see you again, Juno. [Do your worst, bitch.]
Juno: [wiping off Helen's lipstick from Harry's mouth] You know, this shade is totally wrong for you. So who's your little friend here? [Looks like we caught you with your pants down. Can we use this woman as a hostage or should we just shoot her right now?]
Here's yer bread. An' here's yer water. There, I'm spoiling you, aren't I?
Yes, you
are. Aren't I fortunate?
Breakfast in Bed!
Well, make yerself at home.
Literature
"He'll black his face, if that's what you mean," cried Blount, laughing. "I don't doubt he'd black everyone else's eyes. I don't care; I'm not refined. I like the jolly old pantomime where a man sits on his top hat."
"Not on mine, please," said Sir Leopold Fischer, with dignity.
"Well, well," observed Crook, airily, "don't let's quarrel. There are lower jokes than sitting on a top hat."
Dislike of the red-tied youth, born of his predatory opinions and evident intimacy with the pretty godchild, led Fischer to say, in his most sarcastic, magisterial manner: "No doubt you have found something much lower than sitting on a top hat. What is it, pray?"
"Letting a top hat sit on you, for instance," said the Socialist.
Piper: [referring to Gee] Maybe the capital should put men in charge of the 401, not boys.
[later]
Gee: [referring to Piper and Anna] Maybe the Dragonfly territories should send women to represent them, not girls.
Cersei: You know you're not half as smart as you think you are.
Tyrion: That still makes me smarter than you.
Shallan: It's far too early for arguments. Try it. Give me an insult.
Kaladin: I don't—
Shallan: Insult! Now!
Kaladin: I'd rather walk these chasms with a compulsive murderer than you. At least then, when the conversation got tedious, I'd have an easy way out.
Shallan: And your feet stink. See? Too early. I can't possibly be witty at this hour.
Live-Action TV
Wesley: Well, our discussions tend to go about three minutes, then it's strictly name-calling and hair-pulling.
Lindsey: You know, Detective, we both have something in common.
Kate: Our bodies are both 80% water?
Londo: I'm sorry. We don't usually treat our guests this way.
G'kar: Yes you do.
Londo: Shut up!
G'kar: I was only trying to help.
Avon: Staying with you requires a degree of stupidity of which I no longer feel capable.
Blake: Now you're just being modest.
Vamp: Are we gonna fight, or is there just gonna be a monster sarcasm rally?
Pacey: I got a maybe-kind-of-sort-of-date this evening.
Joey: Mm. Who's the lucky farm animal tonight?
Pacey: Uh, what makes a woman horny?
Joey: Your polar opposite?
Zoe: You paid money for this, sir? On purpose?
Mal: Ship like this, be with you till the day you die.
Zoe: Because it's a death trap.
Ned: Very handsome armor. Not a scratch on it.
Jaime: I know. People have been swinging at me for years, but they always seem to miss.
Ned: You've chosen your enemies wisely, then.
Jaime: I have a knack for it.
Baelish: When they castrated you, did they take the pillar with the stones? I've always wondered.
Varys: Have you? Do you spend a lot of time wondering what's between my legs?
Baelish: I picture a gash. Like a woman's. Is that about right?
Varys: I am flattered, of course, to be pictured at all.
Baelish: Must be strange for you, even after all these years. A man from another land, despised by most, feared by all—
Varys: Am I? That is good to know. Do you lie awake at night fearing my gash?
Tim: ...when Brad's guests get here tonight, they'll be down there with their hair bleached white, eyes bulging out with that look of horror — [Tim makes a horror face]
Jill: That's the way you looked on our wedding day.
[beat]
Tim: I shouldn't have lifted the veil.
[beat]
Jill: Who told you to wear it?
House: If she [Cuddy] invited you to a ceremonial lynching, would you go?
Wilson: It would depend on what she was serving.
You woke me!
Student lounges are for lounging, not sleeping. Hence the name?
Okay, look. I was on a plane for six hours and then I was on a train for four more. And now I'm in Boresville, UK and don't need a lecture, 'kay, Hermione?
Great, that's just what we need, another stupid American whose only reference to the UK is
Harry Potter. Who are you anyway?
Who are you?
I asked first.
Really?
Next time you feel like tripping someone up, remember it's considered polite to apologize in this country.
Do you ever stop talking? I should call you
Blabs. Or Yacker. Yeah, Yacker.
And how bout I call you, a cab back to the airport?
Devastating.
Halbrand: You needn't keep your distance.
Galadriel: I am simply wondering what manner of man would so readily abandon his companions to death.
Halbrand: The sort that knows how to survive. Why be part of the larger target?
Galadriel: You are a target still. I doubt we shall find safety until we make landfall.
Halbrand: I suspect finding safety won't be that easy. Leastways not for you. "Separated" from your ship. Really? You're a deserter, aren't you?
Galadriel: Do I have the look of a deserter?
Halbrand: You don't have the look of someone to whom things happen by accident. Which means you were running. Whether toward or from something, I haven't yet decided.
Galadriel: Duty demanded I return to Middle-earth. and that is all you need to know.
Halbrand: Important Elf business, no doubt.
[Merlin scares a deer Arthur was about to shoot]
Arthur: You really are a total buffoon, aren't you, Merlin ?
Merlin: I was just asking.
Arthur: Who, me, or the deer? We're supposed to be hunting, it requires speed, stealth, and an agile mind!
Merlin: [under his breath] Sure are able to get by with two out of three, then.
[Regina finds a basket of green apples on her porch]
Zelena: A gift. From sister to sister.
Regina: What are you doing here?
Zelena: I saw your tree and I thought you could use something better. Red apples are so sickly sweet, don't you think? People tend to like something... a little sharper.
Regina: And green apples are just... bitter.
Jackson: They'll never see it coming.
O'Neill: Which is one of the advantages of a totally insane idea.
Jackson: Yeah, where'd I learn that from?
McCoy: What's the matter, Spock?
Spock: There's something disquieting about these creatures.
McCoy: Don't tell me you've got a feeling.
Spock: Don't be insulting, Doctor. They remind me of the lilies of the field. They toil not, neither do they spin. But they seem to eat a great deal. I see no practical use for them.
McCoy: Does everything have to have a practical use for you? They're nice, soft, and furry, and they make a pleasant sound.
Spock: So would an ermine violin, but I see no advantage in having one.
McCoy: It's a human characteristic to love little animals, especially if they're attractive in some way.
Spock: Doctor, I am well aware of human characteristics. I am frequently inundated by them, but I've trained myself to put up with practically anything.
McCoy: Spock, I don't know too much about these little tribbles yet, but there's one thing that I have discovered.
Spock: What is that, Doctor?
McCoy: I like them. Better than I like you.
Spock: Doctor?
McCoy: Yes?
Spock: They do have one redeeming characteristic.
McCoy: What's that?
Spock: They do not talk too much. If you'll excuse me, sir.
The Doctor: We've got to find a way to turn this ship around.
EMH 2: How? Waltz on to the bridge and take over the helm?
The Doctor: Refresh my memory. Which of us has the terrible bedside manner?
EMH 2: You're not my patient.
The Doctor: My first bit of good news.
Leo: What are you looking at?
Mrs. Landingham: You're testing that preposterous contraption again.
Leo: It's not preposterous, it's not a contraption, and mind your own business.
Mrs. Landingham: In my day, we knew how to take care of ourselves.
Leo: Well, in your day, you could pretty much turn back the Indians with a Daniel Boone musket, couldn't you?
Mrs. Landingham: Ah, sarcasm. The grumpy man's wit.
Leo: Sharpen a pencil, would ya?
Podcasts
Pro Wrestling
I'd appreciate if you practiced
social distancing. Kind of like your hairline, Jon.
Don't worry dude, you'll get there one day. You just gotta hit puberty first.
Let's talk about why you're here.... It's for
you. 'Cause you're still trying to figure out who the hell you are. How many times you change your name... in the last year? You get an extra tattoo, change your hair to every color of the rainbow because you're desperately trying to fit in
anywhere. Whereas here...
everyoneknows who I am. The AEW Women's World Champion, Dr. Britt Baker...
D! M! D!
Of course, they know who you are, Britt. You remind them
every week. You're constantly having to shove it down their throats.... Let's talk about the "D.M.D.", huh? On the surface, you look like every other broad I've stepped across the ring from. Entitled... self-centered... and banging
some dude in the back.
[crowd erupts]note Baker and Cole have been in a relationship since their indy days.... And I'm just trying to figure out why you are lying to everybody, including yourself. Because you have the audacity to call yourself "The Runaway". But you didn't run away from
anything, Ruby. You got fired.
You're not wrong... I did. But it turns out it was the best damn thing to ever happen to me!... And I want you to really look at me, Britt, LOOK AT ME. I want you to see the woman that you're messing with. But honestly I'm surprised you can see much of anything with your head so far up [AEW CEO] Tony Khan's ass.
Roleplays
Adonis: They played their part. They slowed you down enough for me to deliver the killing stroke.
Deimos: Keep dreaming, pretty boy.
Adonis: Awe, you think I'm pretty.
Deimos: You're not my type.
Adonis: Yeah, so I hear. It's because I'm not a figment of your imagination, isn't it?
Deimos: You're going to pay for that one you son of a bitch! Fade was my father's illusions! I'm not crazy!
Adonis: Try saying that when you're not threatening to kill a toddler...
Theatre
Savory: Look at her, Molly! She's like a hawthorn in flower!
Molly: [deadpan] How do you do, Miss Hawthorn?
Savory: This ill-favored shrew is Molly Grant, my secretary.
Venus: She seems a faithful little thing.
Molly: Oh, I'd put my arm in the fire up to there for Mr. Savory.
Venus: That's rather specialized work, isn't it?
Molly: [a duelist who has met her match] She'll do, Savory.
Video Games
Wow, look at them go! It's so peaceful here.
"Noisy" would be much more accurate.
Do you always have to be so cynical?
Hmph.
Just stating the simple truth.Jensen: Pritchard, I'm in.
Frank: Nicely done, Jensen. Dare I ask how?
Jensen: A vent on the roof. It'll be in my report the next time we're discussing security loopholes.
Frank: Oh, goody; I'll be sure to take notes.
What? The great Clockwork
Dickis stumped?
It's
Synth Detective, jackass! If you're gonna be that way, you might as well get the make and model right.
Sole Survivor: An evil king in a sub shop? Does a meatball monster show up at some point?
Nick Valentine: From what I've heard, the pastrami golem is the one you really have to watch out for...
. I bet the Broker's agents love patrolling the hull.
At least the view is nice.
Liara: Why are they attacking in waves? They'd be more effective if they all attacked at once.
Please don't give the mercs ideas.
Shepard: Don't you miss the days when you could just slap omni-gel on everything?
That bug fix made a lot of people very unhappy.
All right, my turn. What's the first order an Alliance commander gives at the start of combat?
Uh... I give up.
Correct!
All right, big guy. What do you call it when a turian gets killed by a horrible spiky monster?
.
Come on, that one goes back to Shanxi.
Tali: Back during my pilgrimage, I used to walk around near that sushi place and watch the fish through the window. I knew they'd never let me inside, but I'd think to myself, someday, when I've proven my worth to the galaxy, I'll go there for dinner. And then, you broke their floor.
Shepard: I'm fine, by the way.
Tali: Glad to hear it. Try not to destroy any more of my childhood memories.
Cora: [on the subject of getting pokey money back] And after I'm done with Gil, I'm coming for you, old man.
Drack: I'd say "give it your best shot", but I've already seen your best shot.
Cora: A krogan would look like a whale trying to dance ballet.
Drack: Better than looking like a salarian tied to a ceiling fan.
Nolan: Punch out now and I'll give you a job... scrubbing toilets.
Black Knight: Thanks! I'll pass.
Hoji: I like their style! Hot and bossy. I should order you around like that.
Wang: You're going to need to work on the hot part.
Hoji: Bitch.
Visual Novels
Web Animation
Webcomics
George: It's a shame you didn't ask him to hire Susan. She can counter my guff.
Justin: So can Nanase.
George: Nanase ignores my guff. Guff requires rebuff.
Tarvek: I'm sure that Agatha shall like it as well.
Gil: I shall be sure to point it out while we are dancing.
Tarvek: Oh, very well, I suppose I can spare her for one dance.
Gil: Nonsense. She'll be dancing with important people.
Martellus: Yes, I'm rather looking forward to it.
Gil: Right, we need to be sure to keep this guy away from Agatha.
Tarvek: Ooh, yes... Well, with any luck, he'll trip over his ill-fitting spats and die.
Gil: Amusing, but we really shouldn't let him die here.
Tarvek: I don't see why not. This is a fine evening for jolly entertainments.
Martellus: Because it would be bad manners, of course.
Web Videos
Western Animation
Brian: Oh, there's my laptop. Do you mind? I want to check my email.
Stewie: Go away, I'm editing this music video I am making for Susie.
Brian: Oh really? A music video? Working on a little video there? A little music video? [voice starts to increase in pitch as he goes on] A little compilation of visual images to go with a song? A little 4-minute movie that tells the story of a...
Stewie: Yeah, that only works when I do it.
Discord: That's all very nice, but really a waste of time. We have me. And what else could we possibly need?
Trixie: A draconequus with magic and half a brain might help.
Discord: Why are you here again? I mean, it's not like you're going to stop the changelings by pulling a rabbit out of a hat.
Green Goblin: Oh, what's wrong, Spider-Man? Off your game?
Spider-Man: Nah, game's good, Gobs. Just getting acquainted with the rules.
Green Goblin: Rule 1- Spidey must splat!
Spider-Man: Rule 2- ignore rule 1! Rule 3- Make Gobby look goofy.
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