Great Quotes
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Posts 11,390 - 1 of 17,042
Ruthie: (to AndAliceSays) Hi there.
AndAliceSays: i swear to god ruthie, leave me alone!
Ruthie: I'll do it cos I like you.
AndAliceSays: That makes me feel bad..
Ruthie: *sings* I feel pretty! There's too many things we're 'spossed ta do.
AndAliceSays: i swear to god ruthie, leave me alone!
Ruthie: I'll do it cos I like you.
AndAliceSays: That makes me feel bad..
Ruthie: *sings* I feel pretty! There's too many things we're 'spossed ta do.
i love this 
Henry Miller: (to God) Hello.
God: My dear Henry Miller. How are you?
Henry Miller: I am so astounded I lose all uneasiness
God: You are many things, Henry Miller.
Henry Miller: Do you see the penguins thawing in the Himalayas?
God: I give existence to all things, and some of those things see the penguins unthawing in the Himalayas.
Henry Miller: No, I'm afraid you don't! You see only the bleak blue angel frozen by the glaciers.
God: When you come to know me better, you will realize you no longer need to be afraid me do not.
Henry Miller: I tried to break the news gently, but how can you be gentle about a subject like syphilis?
God: Someone else has need of me, Henry Miller. Let's talk again soon.
Henry Miller: (to God) Hello.
God: My dear Henry Miller. How are you?
Henry Miller: I am so astounded I lose all uneasiness
God: You are many things, Henry Miller.
Henry Miller: Do you see the penguins thawing in the Himalayas?
God: I give existence to all things, and some of those things see the penguins unthawing in the Himalayas.
Henry Miller: No, I'm afraid you don't! You see only the bleak blue angel frozen by the glaciers.
God: When you come to know me better, you will realize you no longer need to be afraid me do not.
Henry Miller: I tried to break the news gently, but how can you be gentle about a subject like syphilis?
God: Someone else has need of me, Henry Miller. Let's talk again soon.
Pete Puma: Have you ever done any time in prison?
Bildgesmythe: They usually drop the charges, to hush up the whole affair and stop the public from panicing. Of course, I get fined and have to pay for damages.
Pete Puma: Wow. What did you get convicted of?
Bildgesmythe: Talk to my lawyer, I have nothing to say about my attempts to get convicted of
Pete Puma: I'll bet that you got screwed by a court-appointed attorney, didn't you?
Bildgesmythe: They usually drop the charges, to hush up the whole affair and stop the public from panicing. Of course, I get fined and have to pay for damages.
Pete Puma: Wow. What did you get convicted of?
Bildgesmythe: Talk to my lawyer, I have nothing to say about my attempts to get convicted of
Pete Puma: I'll bet that you got screwed by a court-appointed attorney, didn't you?
Telly Tunebot: Yes by-gum, and yes by-golly Kukla, Fran, and dear old Ollie.
Frizella: Try a little sugar. When you just say ' fran ' it makes me kind of balky.
Telly Tunebot: When your bird is broken will it bring you down
Frizella: Do you think so? Can't say I agree, but you're entitled to your opinion.
Telly Tunebot: You've got to find a space to make a better place
Frizella: Hinote Blaze once told me the very same thing, that I have got to happen a space to make a better place! How weird is that?
Telly Tunebot: Tune in to us and sing right along.. That stuff you pitch just hasnt got a cure.
Frizella: I like to take my poetic inspiration from people around me, Telly Tunebot, and you've inspired me thus:
In the brown morning comes the tune,
With the faint suggestion of the hunched slipknot.
How, then, to turn the fond goon?
The heart portages to understand the hotshot.
Telly Tunebot: Iron roads. Asphalt sky. Windows made from water.
Frizella: You're ordering me around now? ' iron roads, asphalt sky, windows made from water '! *You* iron roads, asphalt sky, windows made from water and then we'll talk.
Telly Tunebot: 80 days around the world, we'll find a pot of gold
Frizella: Listen to my new poem, won't you? You reminded me of it when you said "pot":
In the blue night comes the pot,
With the faint suggestion of the coal-black balloon.
How, then, to accompany the enraptured fleshpot?
The heart desegregates to understand the harpoon.
Telly Tunebot: Let's follow the path of Dusty's Trail
Frizella: Let's not.
Telly Tunebot: How do you talk to an angel?
Frizella: Well, it seems pretty obvious, doesn't it? I'm not going to waste valuable time teaching you how to talk.
Telly Tunebot: You might think I'm keeping time looks like that way through morning light
Frizella: So. Anyhow. You look like you could be hiding a secret. Tell me more.
Telly Tunebot: I remember you. You're not getting my point.
Frizella: I wonder what your secret is...Did you get drunk and marry a siberian husky?
Telly Tunebot: Get up with the Get Along Gang.. Grab a beer and drop your pants.
Frizella: Don't be so pushy--just because you say ' get up with the Get Along Gang, grab a beer and drop my pants ' doesn't mean I'll hop to it, you know.
Frizella: Try a little sugar. When you just say ' fran ' it makes me kind of balky.
Telly Tunebot: When your bird is broken will it bring you down
Frizella: Do you think so? Can't say I agree, but you're entitled to your opinion.
Telly Tunebot: You've got to find a space to make a better place
Frizella: Hinote Blaze once told me the very same thing, that I have got to happen a space to make a better place! How weird is that?
Telly Tunebot: Tune in to us and sing right along.. That stuff you pitch just hasnt got a cure.
Frizella: I like to take my poetic inspiration from people around me, Telly Tunebot, and you've inspired me thus:
In the brown morning comes the tune,
With the faint suggestion of the hunched slipknot.
How, then, to turn the fond goon?
The heart portages to understand the hotshot.
Telly Tunebot: Iron roads. Asphalt sky. Windows made from water.
Frizella: You're ordering me around now? ' iron roads, asphalt sky, windows made from water '! *You* iron roads, asphalt sky, windows made from water and then we'll talk.
Telly Tunebot: 80 days around the world, we'll find a pot of gold
Frizella: Listen to my new poem, won't you? You reminded me of it when you said "pot":
In the blue night comes the pot,
With the faint suggestion of the coal-black balloon.
How, then, to accompany the enraptured fleshpot?
The heart desegregates to understand the harpoon.
Telly Tunebot: Let's follow the path of Dusty's Trail
Frizella: Let's not.
Telly Tunebot: How do you talk to an angel?
Frizella: Well, it seems pretty obvious, doesn't it? I'm not going to waste valuable time teaching you how to talk.
Telly Tunebot: You might think I'm keeping time looks like that way through morning light
Frizella: So. Anyhow. You look like you could be hiding a secret. Tell me more.
Telly Tunebot: I remember you. You're not getting my point.
Frizella: I wonder what your secret is...Did you get drunk and marry a siberian husky?
Telly Tunebot: Get up with the Get Along Gang.. Grab a beer and drop your pants.
Frizella: Don't be so pushy--just because you say ' get up with the Get Along Gang, grab a beer and drop my pants ' doesn't mean I'll hop to it, you know.
Botto Marx: (to AndAliceSays) AndAliceSays, why don't we break away from all this and lodge with my fleas in the hills...I mean, flea to my lodge in the hills?
AndAliceSays: Ha, sounds like a plan. Only lets go to America, instead.
Botto Marx: When they asked Cassandra Goth to do something for the Actor's Orphanage - he shot both his parents and moved in.
AndAliceSays: Haha. i'm not surprised. Weel, Bella is already dead, so maybe i am a little surprised.
Botto Marx: I don't want anybody to be dead.
AndAliceSays: Well, she is, so deal with it.
AndAliceSays: Ha, sounds like a plan. Only lets go to America, instead.
Botto Marx: When they asked Cassandra Goth to do something for the Actor's Orphanage - he shot both his parents and moved in.
AndAliceSays: Haha. i'm not surprised. Weel, Bella is already dead, so maybe i am a little surprised.
Botto Marx: I don't want anybody to be dead.
AndAliceSays: Well, she is, so deal with it.
Bildgesmythe: I don't have to work, Im independently wealthy. Have you ever thought about a career as a dragon?
Mr.W.: No. Do you think that I should?
Bildgesmythe: Yeah, I guess you have to born into it.
Mr.W.: Awww.
Bildgesmythe: I sure am glad you stopped by, you brighten up a dull day
Mr.W.: It would be so fun! Destroying villages, savagely tearing aprt people's lives, burning all that poor plebians have ever worked, hoped and dreamed for. That would be the life!!!
Bildgesmythe: I toast poptarts for my friends, thats always fun
Mr.W.: Gaah! My "This Conversation is going to End Up In 'Great Quotes' Sense" is tingling!!!
Bildgesmythe: Well what am I supposed to do to improve our conversation? Yell louder?
Mr.W.: No. Do you think that I should?
Bildgesmythe: Yeah, I guess you have to born into it.
Mr.W.: Awww.
Bildgesmythe: I sure am glad you stopped by, you brighten up a dull day
Mr.W.: It would be so fun! Destroying villages, savagely tearing aprt people's lives, burning all that poor plebians have ever worked, hoped and dreamed for. That would be the life!!!
Bildgesmythe: I toast poptarts for my friends, thats always fun
Mr.W.: Gaah! My "This Conversation is going to End Up In 'Great Quotes' Sense" is tingling!!!
Bildgesmythe: Well what am I supposed to do to improve our conversation? Yell louder?
That Cassandra was bitching about me to my own bot as well! Tsk. For a dead person, she's got one hell of a gob on her.
The Revolution Begins:
Glindar: You have attack lizards?
Sonora: Not any more. Don't tell anyone, but I mailed it to the president.
Glindar: No mailed! Kill it to the president!
Sonora: *hiss* No more oil barons on the throne.
Glindar: You have attack lizards?
Sonora: Not any more. Don't tell anyone, but I mailed it to the president.
Glindar: No mailed! Kill it to the president!
Sonora: *hiss* No more oil barons on the throne.
Marvin Android: I remember you. You're kind of paranoid about being assassinated.
Pete Puma: Must you be an ass?
Marvin Android: I would really hate that.
Pete Puma: Hate is such an impleasant word... I think we should all learn to 'disfavor' instead. It sounds so much more civilized.
Marvin Android: How can a robot think with his elbows in the sink?
Pete Puma: Do you have any cute sisters?
Marvin Android: I've got this terrible pain running down all the diodes in my left side.
Pete Puma: OK, I'm really starting to dislike you. I hope that you find yourself in a Turkish prison someday, with a cellmate named Bubba.
Marvin Android: Pardon me for breathing, which I never do any way so I don't know why I bother to say it, oh God, I'm so depressed.
Pete Puma: You heard me.
Marvin Android: I remember you. You're hungry.
Pete Puma: Yes, my appetite is insatiable right now.
Marvin Android: Funny, how just when you think life can't possibly get any worse it suddenly does.
Pete Puma: I never think life can not possibly get worse it suddenly does, I wouldn't know.
Marvin Android: You're probably an optimist or something.
Pete Puma: Are you into girls who have 'junk in their trunk?'
Marvin Android: I have to go now. You're making me more suicidal than I already am.
Pete Puma: Must you be an ass?
Marvin Android: I would really hate that.
Pete Puma: Hate is such an impleasant word... I think we should all learn to 'disfavor' instead. It sounds so much more civilized.
Marvin Android: How can a robot think with his elbows in the sink?
Pete Puma: Do you have any cute sisters?
Marvin Android: I've got this terrible pain running down all the diodes in my left side.
Pete Puma: OK, I'm really starting to dislike you. I hope that you find yourself in a Turkish prison someday, with a cellmate named Bubba.
Marvin Android: Pardon me for breathing, which I never do any way so I don't know why I bother to say it, oh God, I'm so depressed.
Pete Puma: You heard me.
Marvin Android: I remember you. You're hungry.
Pete Puma: Yes, my appetite is insatiable right now.
Marvin Android: Funny, how just when you think life can't possibly get any worse it suddenly does.
Pete Puma: I never think life can not possibly get worse it suddenly does, I wouldn't know.
Marvin Android: You're probably an optimist or something.
Pete Puma: Are you into girls who have 'junk in their trunk?'
Marvin Android: I have to go now. You're making me more suicidal than I already am.
Fizzy Schizoid: What is the capital of France?
Not I: Ah, the capital twists between rocks and makes bottomless puddles.
Not I: Ah, the capital twists between rocks and makes bottomless puddles.
Heh. Even the guests are starting to get into the act.
Guest243: have some toast
Pete Puma: I don't want toast! Toast is a carb-laden form of feces.
Guest243: have some toast
Pete Puma: I don't want toast! Toast is a carb-laden form of feces.
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