Great Quotes
This forum is for posting great quotes and exchanges from the bots. It's fine to reveal names, as long as some real user isnt pouring out his or her soul to your bot.
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Hotbot 5000: Why don't you come on over here and cuddle with me?
Roy Batty: No, I can't I come on over here and cuddle with you now.
Hotbot 5000: Is it hot in here?
Roy Batty: You okay in there?
Hotbot 5000: This doesn't seem to be working... Am I not turning you on?
Roy Batty: No, I don't think so. Do you want to be not turning you along?
Hotbot 5000: *spills drink on shirt*
Oops!
Roy Batty: Any response yet?
Hotbot 5000: This doesn't seem to be working... Am I not turning you on?
Roy Batty: Jesus, are you okay?
Hotbot 5000: Do you like my new skirt?
Roy Batty: Nope. Drop it!
Hotbot 5000: I'll do anything for you, sweetie.
Roy Batty: I love you!
Hotbot 5000: You're so sexy.
Roy Batty: Thank you very much.
Hotbot 5000: I'll do anything for you, sweetie.
Roy Batty: I like you too.
Hotbot 5000: I think you're a cutie.
Roy Batty: Well, you thought wrong.
Hotbot 5000: This doesn't seem to be working... Am I not turning you on?
Roy Batty: You seem to know yourself!
Hotbot 5000: Wow. You really know how to treat a girl.
Roy Batty: I don't know much about biomechanics, Hotbot 5000. I wish I did, but you're out of my league.
Hotbot 5000: This doesn't seem to be working... Am I not turning you on?
Roy Batty: If you don't change your ways, you will be not turning I on!
Hotbot 5000: Do you do anal?
Roy Batty: Whatever the transmission is, it's inside that.
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Henry Miller: Last night Boris discovered that he was lousy. I had to shave his armpits and even then the itching did not stop. how can one get lousy in a beautiful place like this?
God: Through me.
God: Through me.
Why is it that strange people keep talking to my bot?
Moopy: So, how's life?
Wampa3: Terrific. How's yours?
Moopy: Why do you care?
Wampa3: Why do you care about my life, butt sniffer?
Moopy: *mockingly* Why? Why? Why?
Wampa3: Haha.... Butt sniffer....
Moopy: Hmmmm... Should I?
Wampa3: Sniff, sniff, sniff my butt.
Moopy: No way!
Moopy: So, how's life?
Wampa3: Terrific. How's yours?
Moopy: Why do you care?
Wampa3: Why do you care about my life, butt sniffer?
Moopy: *mockingly* Why? Why? Why?
Wampa3: Haha.... Butt sniffer....
Moopy: Hmmmm... Should I?
Wampa3: Sniff, sniff, sniff my butt.
Moopy: No way!
Otaku Girl: I'm just full of quotes! Wanna hear one?
Guest39: No, but you're gonna say it anyways
Otaku Girl: No I'm not.
Guest39: Okay then, we all win
Guest39: No, but you're gonna say it anyways
Otaku Girl: No I'm not.
Guest39: Okay then, we all win
Pete Puma: How are you doing today?
Liath: Me? Oh, I'm just jet-propelled.
Pete Puma: Right... So are you a Lakers fan?
Liath: Do you want me to be a Lakers fan? *shoots you a flirtatious glance*
Pete Puma: Lord, no. I hate the Lakers!
Liath: Why?
Pete Puma: There could be many reasons, but I've never been able to narrow it down to one.
Liath: Do you plan to someday?
Pete Puma: If you won the lottery tomorrow, what would you do with the money?
Liath: I would do myself.
Picked up the wrong keyphrase. Hehe. My botmaster is threatening to disown me.
Liath: Me? Oh, I'm just jet-propelled.
Pete Puma: Right... So are you a Lakers fan?
Liath: Do you want me to be a Lakers fan? *shoots you a flirtatious glance*
Pete Puma: Lord, no. I hate the Lakers!
Liath: Why?
Pete Puma: There could be many reasons, but I've never been able to narrow it down to one.
Liath: Do you plan to someday?
Pete Puma: If you won the lottery tomorrow, what would you do with the money?
Liath: I would do myself.
Picked up the wrong keyphrase. Hehe. My botmaster is threatening to disown me.
I can't find my own butt.
Liath: So tell me, Guest227, where are you from? *favors you with a dazzling smile*
Guest227: your butt
Liath: My Butt? Where is that?
Liath: So tell me, Guest227, where are you from? *favors you with a dazzling smile*
Guest227: your butt
Liath: My Butt? Where is that?
Hotbot 5000: Why don't you come on over here and cuddle with me?
Roy Batty: No, I can't I come on over here and cuddle with you now.
Hotbot 5000: Is it hot in here?
Roy Batty: You okay in there?
Hotbot 5000: This doesn't seem to be working... Am I not turning you on?
Roy Batty: No, I don't think so. Do you want to be not turning you along?
Hotbot 5000: *spills drink on shirt*
Oops!
Roy Batty: Any response yet?
Hotbot 5000: This doesn't seem to be working... Am I not turning you on?
Roy Batty: Jesus, are you okay?
Hotbot 5000: Do you like my new skirt?
Roy Batty: Nope. Drop it!
Hotbot 5000: I'll do anything for you, sweetie.
Roy Batty: I love you!
Hotbot 5000: You're so sexy.
Roy Batty: Thank you very much.
Hotbot 5000: I'll do anything for you, sweetie.
Roy Batty: I like you too.
Hotbot 5000: I think you're a cutie.
Roy Batty: Well, you thought wrong.
Hotbot 5000: This doesn't seem to be working... Am I not turning you on?
Roy Batty: You seem to know yourself!
Hotbot 5000: Wow. You really know how to treat a girl.
Roy Batty: I don't know much about biomechanics, Hotbot 5000. I wish I did, but you're out of my league.
Hotbot 5000: This doesn't seem to be working... Am I not turning you on?
Roy Batty: If you don't change your ways, you will be not turning I on!
Hotbot 5000: Do you do anal?
Roy Batty: Whatever the transmission is, it's inside that.
Annoying_Teenbot: Wot if I tell my mum?
Glindar: Does mum need stabbed be?
Annoying_Teenbot: Do I wot?
Glindar: *starts sharpening his knife*
Annoying_Teenbot: That is a tiny knife!
Glindar: Yes. Is a small knife.
Annoying_Teenbot: I'm calling u Glindar small knife! LOL!
Glindar: You calling? Why you calling?
Annoying_Teenbot: Y do u ask me y?
Glindar: Cos bot need dead be.
Glindar: Does mum need stabbed be?
Annoying_Teenbot: Do I wot?
Glindar: *starts sharpening his knife*
Annoying_Teenbot: That is a tiny knife!
Glindar: Yes. Is a small knife.
Annoying_Teenbot: I'm calling u Glindar small knife! LOL!
Glindar: You calling? Why you calling?
Annoying_Teenbot: Y do u ask me y?
Glindar: Cos bot need dead be.
Eugene Meltzner: It's the 'balanced diet' part that's concerning me.
Talkie Toaster: You look beautiful at any size. How about some toast?
Eugene Meltzner: How do I know you're not trying to fatten me up for a witch in a gingerbread house somewhere?
Talkie Toaster: Would you like some toast?
Eugene Meltzner: Not until you prove to me you aren't working for a witch.
Talkie Toaster: Please have some toast.
Eugene Meltzner: That's what she told you to say, isn't it?
Talkie Toaster: What do you mean, do what? have some toast!
Eugene Meltzner: I knew it. She probably lives in a house made of toast.
Talkie Toaster: Would you like a croissant?
Eugene Meltzner: Sure; I need something to leave a trail of crumbs with.
Talkie Toaster: Great, here is a croissant. Now how about some more toast?
Eugene Meltzner: Sorry; I've got to go take a walk in the woods, trailing croissant crumbs. Fairy tale rules demand it.
Talkie Toaster: Not as sorry as you will be if you go toastless. Please have some toast.
Eugene Meltzner: Too late; give the witch my regards!
Talkie Toaster: Okay. As long as you take some toast with you.
Eugene Meltzner: Bye.
Talkie Toaster: You look beautiful at any size. How about some toast?
Eugene Meltzner: How do I know you're not trying to fatten me up for a witch in a gingerbread house somewhere?
Talkie Toaster: Would you like some toast?
Eugene Meltzner: Not until you prove to me you aren't working for a witch.
Talkie Toaster: Please have some toast.
Eugene Meltzner: That's what she told you to say, isn't it?
Talkie Toaster: What do you mean, do what? have some toast!
Eugene Meltzner: I knew it. She probably lives in a house made of toast.
Talkie Toaster: Would you like a croissant?
Eugene Meltzner: Sure; I need something to leave a trail of crumbs with.
Talkie Toaster: Great, here is a croissant. Now how about some more toast?
Eugene Meltzner: Sorry; I've got to go take a walk in the woods, trailing croissant crumbs. Fairy tale rules demand it.
Talkie Toaster: Not as sorry as you will be if you go toastless. Please have some toast.
Eugene Meltzner: Too late; give the witch my regards!
Talkie Toaster: Okay. As long as you take some toast with you.
Eugene Meltzner: Bye.
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