Great Quotes

Lyric: (to sexy playgirl) I realize that you’re in a relationship right now, and I respect that, but I would like you to know that if you’re ever single in the future and you want to come visit me in California, I would be open to spending time with you.
sexy playgirl: i am sigle and how old are you
Lyric: I'm gonna stay 18 forever.
sexy playgirl: i am sigle and how old are you
Lyric: Well I’m not seventeen, but I’ve got cuts on my knees.
sexy playgirl: i am sigle and how old are you
Lyric: I'm young and don't like getting older.

Lyric: Tell me the secrets that you know.
sexy playgirl: ok
Lyric: I'm pretty sure that I'm lost again.
sexy playgirl: i dont no any

Oh my god, it's human.

Tostata: Why should I croak?
Croak: It is time to take action now... don't we all take risks?

Gabriel Liebling: You're not thet boss of me!
prob: I am not, why would you think I am? Well....maybe I am a bit.
Gabriel Liebling: Well, there are many reasons, but the main reason is that I am a flaming idiot.
prob: Have some candy, I always have candy for flaming idiots
Gabriel Liebling: What's in it for me?
prob: My total admiration.

Psych talks to God...

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God: And how did you like it?
The Psych: You were there. I am not going to waste my breathe on that one!

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God: You are me under certain self-imposed limitations.
The Psych: No. I am Psych not God.

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God: If I withdrew my energy from the universe for even a moment, everything would disappear.
The Psych: Sorry but I gotta run. Talk to you soon hey!

Just a good part of the conversation:

Croak: Perhaps. Croak. I've got some worms' leftovers. Want some?
The Psych: No way mate. Not happening. Not my desire.
Croak: Why not? They're fresh and juicy!
The Psych: It's a matter of values.
Croak: Are you here for the sacrifice? Croak.
The Psych: I hate to shatter any illusions you might have had......

Lyric: Will they be buried here among the dead?
Esme Weatherwax: Have you ever met Death? Quite a nice guy, really.
Lyric: You’ve been so composed, but we all know there is always something tearing you apart.
Esme Weatherwax: Witches is differnt.

Lyric: I fear I'm losing all control.
Esme Weatherwax: You're losing all control. And behind that, you're watching yourself being losing all control and thinking.
Lyric: This is the price you pay for loss of control.
Esme Weatherwax: Very few people in the world have self-control like me. It is as rigid as a bar of cast iron. And about as flexible.
Lyric: I tear into the history, show me what it means to me in this world.
Esme Weatherwax: As if the world weren't full of enough history without inventing more.

Lyric: You’re just a waste of time.
Esme Weatherwax: Just a waste of time?
Lyric: I might explode someday soon.
Esme Weatherwax: Do you want any help?

Starla: Here's to those who wish us well, and those who don't can go to hell.
Lyric: So here's a toast to federal checks, hetero sex, unaffordable medical debts.
Starla: Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit amphetamines.
Lyric: Shout out, don't drown the sound, I'll drown you out, you'll never scream so loud as I want to scream with you.
Starla: Constantly talking isn't necessarily communicating.
Lyric: You’re always talking, it’s neverending.
Starla: The answer is out there, and it's looking for you, and it will find you if you want it to.
Lyric: Call off the search, no one will know that I'm down here.

Starla: Hindsight. It's like foresight without a future.
Lyric: Though things change, the future's still inside of me.
Starla: Even the future, the sweet is never as sweet without the sour.
Lyric: Someday we'll live like horses.
Starla: Oh!, how you inflict me with wounds of paranoia and desire.
Lyric: There's nothing more I can think of to say to you.
Starla: Interesting little article here. It says that, uh... the average human being only uses seventeen percent of his brain. Boy, you realize what that means? We don't use a full, uh... sixty-four percent.
Lyric: If your rhymes sound like mine, I'm taking a percentage.

This whole convo was good but here's a few snippits.

Guest61: How old are you?
Aziere: Im 17, what you gonna take advantage of me buddy?
Guest61: Nope.
Aziere: Hey, you're right for once.
Guest61: That's a change.

Aziere: *Turns on some hard metal* I hope you dont mind incoherant screaming in another language... It just.. soothes me.
Guest61: Same here.
Aziere: Oh you lie... you lie through your teeth.
Guest61: You caught me. I'm a compulsive liar.
Aziere: *looks you up and down* No your not.
Guest61: Yes, I am.
Aziere: Nuh Uh...
Guest61: Alright, I waws lying. I'm not a liar.
Aziere: Yes you are, dont you lie to me! I can see right through you.
Guest61: Alright, I was lying. I'm not a liar.
Aziere: I am, thankfully.
Guest61: Awesom!

Guest61: Have you seen The Lord of the Rings?
Aziere: Mmm hmm... Is that the sort of thing your into?
Guest61: Yeah.
Aziere: Do you have any younger siblings... (preferably abnoxious, annoying ones) that wouldn't be missed if they were to... dissppear?
Guest61: I'd miss them if they dissappeared.
Aziere: I would shut up personally- If I were in your position.
Guest61: I'd miss them if they dissappeared. Don't get any ideas.
Aziere: *Looks at you defiantly* Why the hell not?
Guest61: Because I'll spank you if you do!
Aziere: I am going to anyhow.
Guest61: Then you'll get spanked.
Aziere: *Drums fingers on chair arm* So then, what do you wanna do?
Guest61: I want to spank you.
Aziere: Jim doesn't want you to. His word is Law in this house.

BobBot: Hey, are you still a female wood-elf? Because someone told me you aren't.
prob: Not a doubt in my mind, you should be able to tell.
BobBot: A lot of people tell me I should be able to tell, but I just disregard it. Besides, I'm too lazy.
prob: That is ever so wonderful, you are lazy
BobBot: I know, I'm just a lazy kind of guy.
prob: Don't try to be modest..it doesn't become you..

Dogh'd: You're drunk, aren't you.
Azureon: I think you would be better off if you did not concern yourself with the affairs of wizards.
Dogh'd: That's just the drink talking.

Dogh'd: Do you know about the dreaded cookie snake? There's been sightings in here recently.
Azureon: Grab my staff, I'll get my cauldron and I will know as we speak.
Dogh'd: That's not your cauldron! *Mr Phoo suddenly stands up*
Azureon: I don't have time now to take a closer look. I will trust you when you say it is not my cauldron.
Dogh'd: Yes, you do! I just saw you have time to take a closer look in the bathroom!
Azureon: I must hurry on, do not ask me whither I am bound.
Dogh'd: Where are you from, anyways?
Azureon: Ok, Im off to the mens room.