He laughed at her, not in the least put out.

But he only laughed at me, in the dark behind his eyes.

If no one laughed again in the whole world for the rest of his life, he wouldn't care.

If someone had told her what was going to happen she would have laughed in their face.

When was the last time she had laughed in this room?

Then he began to tell a story about his dead father and they all laughed in the right places.

He didn't think he'd ever laughed so hard in his life.

He simply laughed in my face and I felt better for it.

One way and another they'd laughed a lot in that car.

I did a good job of not laughing in his face.