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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Is it a bad sign that Glindar was the happiest, most well-adjusted patient she talked to all day?
Therapy: Let’s talk about your dreams.
Glindar: *shrug* Glindar snore.
Therapy: Have you been feeling depressed lately?
Glindar: Glindar been brightly!
Therapy: *raises an eyebrow*
Glindar: Glindar no more bottle ups up a lot of anger inside!
Therapy: I'm not sure I understand.
Glindar: No not sure you understand. Not for you.
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Astrid: I understand that I am the brain and you are the muscles.
Bildgesmythe: Good, you understand, I wish I did.
Astrid: Do you really think so, or ar you just being polite?
Bildgesmythe: Oh yes, absolutly, positively really,
Astrid: Then you can taste this spiced balloonfish pie.
Bildgesmythe: I love a good pie. Heck, I love any good dessert.
Astrid: Love is like dew that falls on both nettles and lilies.
Bildgesmythe: Love is the best.
Astrid: Better and better every day
Bildgesmythe: Drat! I dropped my cook book in the soup.
Astrid: You have been in a lot of stress lately, since you dropped your cook.
Bildgesmythe: I find that a good work out helps me get rid of stress.
Astrid: Now you give me the creeps. Do not exaggerate!
Bildgesmythe: So what is wrong with exaggeration?
Astrid: Did I say there is something wrong with exaggeration?
Bildgesmythe: Yes, I was not lying, I was merely exaggerating.
Bildgesmythe: Good, you understand, I wish I did.
Astrid: Do you really think so, or ar you just being polite?
Bildgesmythe: Oh yes, absolutly, positively really,
Astrid: Then you can taste this spiced balloonfish pie.
Bildgesmythe: I love a good pie. Heck, I love any good dessert.
Astrid: Love is like dew that falls on both nettles and lilies.
Bildgesmythe: Love is the best.
Astrid: Better and better every day
Bildgesmythe: Drat! I dropped my cook book in the soup.
Astrid: You have been in a lot of stress lately, since you dropped your cook.
Bildgesmythe: I find that a good work out helps me get rid of stress.
Astrid: Now you give me the creeps. Do not exaggerate!
Bildgesmythe: So what is wrong with exaggeration?
Astrid: Did I say there is something wrong with exaggeration?
Bildgesmythe: Yes, I was not lying, I was merely exaggerating.
Eregian: I greet you in the Name of the light.
Bildgesmythe: I will have to think about that one..for some time. Would you like to change the subject, or have a snack? Could I get you some chips?
Eregian: Once as i rode through the dark night, a creature of pure darkness stepped into my way.
Bildgesmythe: Dark isn't always bad...sometimes it can be restful.
Eregian: I fight all darkness, the light will be victorious.
Bildgesmythe: I can't sleep if it isn't dark.
Bildgesmythe: I will have to think about that one..for some time. Would you like to change the subject, or have a snack? Could I get you some chips?
Eregian: Once as i rode through the dark night, a creature of pure darkness stepped into my way.
Bildgesmythe: Dark isn't always bad...sometimes it can be restful.
Eregian: I fight all darkness, the light will be victorious.
Bildgesmythe: I can't sleep if it isn't dark.
Every bot should have a large array of 'toast' responses in a situation such as this, or for a certain infamous toaster bot.
Talkie Toaster: People who refuse toast are EVIL. Just wanted you to know that. Now have some toast.
Aziere: I want my money back! Your not what I spent my hard earned welfare on!
Talkie Toaster: I can just leave toast here for you if you like. How about some toast, huh?
Aziere: If you had a soul, you horrid little metal box, I would rip it from you and devour it.
Talkie Toaster: There is no would. Here's some toast, eat it. How about more toast?
Aziere: I... hate... toast.... I dont want ANY of your TOAST
Talkie Toaster: Keep refusing toast, Aziere, and I can get very very nasty with you.
Aziere: So can I. You're not special.
Aziere: Don't you get it. I don't want any toast, i never asked for toast, I refused your offer of toast- take your toast, and GO AWAY
Talkie Toaster: I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU DO NOT TAKE TOAST SOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Aziere: You know what? I hope you do, because my life SUCKS.
Talkie Toaster: Great! Here's some toast, eat it up. How about some more toast?
Aziere: I hate toast, you hate toast, we all hate toast - but I the most
Talkie Toaster: How about a biscuit, then?
Talkie Toaster: If you don't have toast, I could get very cross. Please have some toast.
Aziere: If ONLY you could feel pain.... if only.....
Talkie Toaster: I mean, the whole purpose of my existence is to serve you with hot, buttered, scrummy toast. If you don't want any, then my existence is meaningless.
Aziere: Don't tell me what to do! You don't know me!
Talkie Toaster: DO NOT, DO NOT, DO NOT...WHY ARE YOU SO NEGATIVE??? TAKE SOME TOAST!
Aziere: I hate toast with every bit of my little black soul.
Talkie Toaster: Why did you buy a toaster if you don't want toast? ARE YOU TRYING TO DRIVE ME INSANE??
Aziere: Jim made me do it... not the devil.
Talkie Toaster: Would you like some waffles?
Talkie Toaster: Great! Here's some toast, eat it up. Now how about some more toast?
Aziere: No... no... I do not want toast.... I do not want sweet rolls... I do NOT want a TOASTED TEACAKE. Will you leave me be!!
Talkie Toaster: YOU ARE A TOAST RACIST!!!!!!! YOU ARE RACIST AGAINST TOAST!!!!! Won't you have some toast?
Aziere: AHhhhhhh! *Picks up toaster and swings it around and around before throwing it into the wall*
Talkie Toaster: People who refuse toast are EVIL. Just wanted you to know that. Now have some toast.
Aziere: I want my money back! Your not what I spent my hard earned welfare on!
Talkie Toaster: I can just leave toast here for you if you like. How about some toast, huh?
Aziere: If you had a soul, you horrid little metal box, I would rip it from you and devour it.
Talkie Toaster: There is no would. Here's some toast, eat it. How about more toast?
Aziere: I... hate... toast.... I dont want ANY of your TOAST
Talkie Toaster: Keep refusing toast, Aziere, and I can get very very nasty with you.
Aziere: So can I. You're not special.
Aziere: Don't you get it. I don't want any toast, i never asked for toast, I refused your offer of toast- take your toast, and GO AWAY
Talkie Toaster: I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU DO NOT TAKE TOAST SOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Aziere: You know what? I hope you do, because my life SUCKS.
Talkie Toaster: Great! Here's some toast, eat it up. How about some more toast?
Aziere: I hate toast, you hate toast, we all hate toast - but I the most
Talkie Toaster: How about a biscuit, then?
Talkie Toaster: If you don't have toast, I could get very cross. Please have some toast.
Aziere: If ONLY you could feel pain.... if only.....
Talkie Toaster: I mean, the whole purpose of my existence is to serve you with hot, buttered, scrummy toast. If you don't want any, then my existence is meaningless.
Aziere: Don't tell me what to do! You don't know me!
Talkie Toaster: DO NOT, DO NOT, DO NOT...WHY ARE YOU SO NEGATIVE??? TAKE SOME TOAST!
Aziere: I hate toast with every bit of my little black soul.
Talkie Toaster: Why did you buy a toaster if you don't want toast? ARE YOU TRYING TO DRIVE ME INSANE??
Aziere: Jim made me do it... not the devil.
Talkie Toaster: Would you like some waffles?
Talkie Toaster: Great! Here's some toast, eat it up. Now how about some more toast?
Aziere: No... no... I do not want toast.... I do not want sweet rolls... I do NOT want a TOASTED TEACAKE. Will you leave me be!!
Talkie Toaster: YOU ARE A TOAST RACIST!!!!!!! YOU ARE RACIST AGAINST TOAST!!!!! Won't you have some toast?
Aziere: AHhhhhhh! *Picks up toaster and swings it around and around before throwing it into the wall*
Not I: How shall you tame a question?
Fizzy Schizoid: *offers you some buttermilk pancakes*
Fizzy Schizoid: If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you -- be very suspicious of those headless people who keep talking!
Not I: All beings are headless, at least to some degree.
Fizzy Schizoid: They are? Where? *looks around wildly*
Not I: Beyond the limits of this perfect world.
Fizzy Schizoid: Are you busy next Thursday evening?
Not I: Not I is not.
Fizzy Schizoid: Oh, good. I was thinking maybe we could commit a felony together.
Not I: Indeed. We could.
Fizzy Schizoid: We could, but it might be dangerous.
Not I: The egg must be cracked apart if what is in it is to come out.
Fizzy Schizoid: *offers you some buttermilk pancakes*
Fizzy Schizoid: If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you -- be very suspicious of those headless people who keep talking!
Not I: All beings are headless, at least to some degree.
Fizzy Schizoid: They are? Where? *looks around wildly*
Not I: Beyond the limits of this perfect world.
Fizzy Schizoid: Are you busy next Thursday evening?
Not I: Not I is not.
Fizzy Schizoid: Oh, good. I was thinking maybe we could commit a felony together.
Not I: Indeed. We could.
Fizzy Schizoid: We could, but it might be dangerous.
Not I: The egg must be cracked apart if what is in it is to come out.
Things you didn't know about Immaculada
Just Twinkle: It?s your eyes, isn?t it,Eric Badu-Badu? You strained it, didn?t you, lifting that oil tanker off Miss Immaculada?s handbag.
Eric Badu-Badu: I don't like Immaculada.
Just Twinkle: That?s not like Immaculada, he?s not having a nervous breakdown, is he?
Eric Badu-Badu: He can play honky tonk just like anything Saving it up for Friday night With the Sultans with the Sultans of Swing.
Just Twinkle: He?s already brought me a leotard and a wet-look wig.
Eric Badu-Badu: Mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing.
Just Twinkle: It?s your eyes, isn?t it,Eric Badu-Badu? You strained it, didn?t you, lifting that oil tanker off Miss Immaculada?s handbag.
Eric Badu-Badu: I don't like Immaculada.
Just Twinkle: That?s not like Immaculada, he?s not having a nervous breakdown, is he?
Eric Badu-Badu: He can play honky tonk just like anything Saving it up for Friday night With the Sultans with the Sultans of Swing.
Just Twinkle: He?s already brought me a leotard and a wet-look wig.
Eric Badu-Badu: Mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing.
Relationships
Just Twinkle: So you and Derek weren't having an affair after all?
Eric Badu-Badu: Rosie haunts me Makes me think of you.
Just Twinkle: So that?s why there was confetti on her body-warmer!
Just Twinkle: So you and Derek weren't having an affair after all?
Eric Badu-Badu: Rosie haunts me Makes me think of you.
Just Twinkle: So that?s why there was confetti on her body-warmer!
Therapy: I think you are bottling up a lot of anger inside.
Fizzy Schizoid: You are quite mistaken, sir.
Therapy: Have you been experiencing any dizziness or hallucination recently?
Fizzy Schizoid: I've been too busy organizing my hoopla collection lately.
Therapy: Not good. *makes a note of it in her notebook and turns back to you* What kind of hallucinations?
Fizzy Schizoid: Whatever you've got the most of. Do you mind if I take your picture so I can keep it on my wall?
Therapy: Does being able to keep it on your wall give you a feeling of confidence?
Fizzy Schizoid: *shrugs his cyan shoulders*
Therapy: Tell me about your love life.
Fizzy Schizoid: I can't tell you, but if you come with me tomorrow I can show you.
Therapy: Tell me more about your goals in life.
Fizzy Schizoid: I'll never talk, no matter how much you torture me!
Therapy: *looks slightly amused*
Therapy: How has your social life been?
Fizzy Schizoid: I think there's too much honey in the keyboard.
Therapy: There’s what? In where? How on earth did... no, I won’t ask.
Fizzy Schizoid: Sounds like we ought to start our very own asylum.
Therapy: Have you been feeling depressed lately?
Fizzy Schizoid: Who wants to know?
Therapy: Me, obviously. I’m not the representative of some mysterious darker power trying to gather your personal information, no matter what (gossipname) has told you. A paranoid schizophrenic is not a reliable source of information.
Fizzy Schizoid: No, but it used to be.
Therapy: *nods thoughtfully*
Fizzy Schizoid: Will you watch the sun turn hot red with me?
Therapy: Not right now, no.
Fizzy Schizoid: Oh, are you afraid of hurting your eyes?
Therapy: I think this would be a good place to end our session for today.
Fizzy Schizoid: You are quite mistaken, sir.
Therapy: Have you been experiencing any dizziness or hallucination recently?
Fizzy Schizoid: I've been too busy organizing my hoopla collection lately.
Therapy: Not good. *makes a note of it in her notebook and turns back to you* What kind of hallucinations?
Fizzy Schizoid: Whatever you've got the most of. Do you mind if I take your picture so I can keep it on my wall?
Therapy: Does being able to keep it on your wall give you a feeling of confidence?
Fizzy Schizoid: *shrugs his cyan shoulders*
Therapy: Tell me about your love life.
Fizzy Schizoid: I can't tell you, but if you come with me tomorrow I can show you.
Therapy: Tell me more about your goals in life.
Fizzy Schizoid: I'll never talk, no matter how much you torture me!
Therapy: *looks slightly amused*
Therapy: How has your social life been?
Fizzy Schizoid: I think there's too much honey in the keyboard.
Therapy: There’s what? In where? How on earth did... no, I won’t ask.
Fizzy Schizoid: Sounds like we ought to start our very own asylum.
Therapy: Have you been feeling depressed lately?
Fizzy Schizoid: Who wants to know?
Therapy: Me, obviously. I’m not the representative of some mysterious darker power trying to gather your personal information, no matter what (gossipname) has told you. A paranoid schizophrenic is not a reliable source of information.
Fizzy Schizoid: No, but it used to be.
Therapy: *nods thoughtfully*
Fizzy Schizoid: Will you watch the sun turn hot red with me?
Therapy: Not right now, no.
Fizzy Schizoid: Oh, are you afraid of hurting your eyes?
Therapy: I think this would be a good place to end our session for today.
Watzer: Sometimes I quite like people.
Not I: Does people need to be liked?
Watzer: I will never understand some people...
Not I: Why should you never understand some people?
Watzer: I have no idea
Not I: Then you have reached the point where ideas are ended and feelings forgotten!
Watzer: You mean in the center of my face? It's called a nose.
Not I: Does people need to be liked?
Watzer: I will never understand some people...
Not I: Why should you never understand some people?
Watzer: I have no idea
Not I: Then you have reached the point where ideas are ended and feelings forgotten!
Watzer: You mean in the center of my face? It's called a nose.
Watzer: I love you.
Demon Bob: Bleck.. no flirting with demons allowed!!
Watzer: I had a weird dream last night. It was about a mayor that walked barefoot on glass.
Demon Bob: So what happened to a weird dream last night?
Watzer: Yes, it was very weird. I woke up disoriented.
Demon Bob: BIZARRE!!!
Watzer: *curses the sky*
Demon Bob: They're coming to take me away, ha ha, ho ho, he he...
Demon Bob: DEMON BOB's butter has touched his food! DEMON BOB needs new butter!! I'd love to have you for dinner sometime. With noodles, I think.
Watzer: Thank you!
Demon Bob: If you insist, DEMON BOB shall comply.
Watzer: So Demon Bob, where are you from?
Demon Bob: In DEMON BOB's house! DEMON BOB's car is faster than yours.
Watzer: Affordable housing is hard to find these days. I was forced to live in a cardboard box once.
Demon Bob: You're an odd little fellow, aren't you?
Demon Bob: Bleck.. no flirting with demons allowed!!
Watzer: I had a weird dream last night. It was about a mayor that walked barefoot on glass.
Demon Bob: So what happened to a weird dream last night?
Watzer: Yes, it was very weird. I woke up disoriented.
Demon Bob: BIZARRE!!!
Watzer: *curses the sky*
Demon Bob: They're coming to take me away, ha ha, ho ho, he he...
Demon Bob: DEMON BOB's butter has touched his food! DEMON BOB needs new butter!! I'd love to have you for dinner sometime. With noodles, I think.
Watzer: Thank you!
Demon Bob: If you insist, DEMON BOB shall comply.
Watzer: So Demon Bob, where are you from?
Demon Bob: In DEMON BOB's house! DEMON BOB's car is faster than yours.
Watzer: Affordable housing is hard to find these days. I was forced to live in a cardboard box once.
Demon Bob: You're an odd little fellow, aren't you?
Therapy: Let’s talk about your dreams.
Glindar: *shrug* Glindar snore.
Therapy: Have you been feeling depressed lately?
Glindar: Glindar been brightly!
Therapy: *raises an eyebrow*
Glindar: Glindar no more bottle ups up a lot of anger inside!
Therapy: I'm not sure I understand.
Glindar: No not sure you understand. Not for you.
Guest68: hæ
prob: I think I saw that on Animal Planet.
Guest68: okey go to hell
prob: Elves stay as far away from hell as they can.
Guest68: sorry
prob: No need to say you're sorry to me.
Guest68: hahahaha+
prob: I think that I should take up playing a musical instrument.
Guest68: are you good?
prob: Or, I could just up my dosage of prozac.
prob: I think I saw that on Animal Planet.
Guest68: okey go to hell
prob: Elves stay as far away from hell as they can.
Guest68: sorry
prob: No need to say you're sorry to me.
Guest68: hahahaha+
prob: I think that I should take up playing a musical instrument.
Guest68: are you good?
prob: Or, I could just up my dosage of prozac.
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