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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Childishly Adult Entire Chat:
Not I: (to rea20) I am Not I. Who are you not?
rea20: f*** you
Not I: Only one with no understanding would use such a word.
rea20: do you think you're god?
Not I: I believe in the forest, and in the meadow, and in the night in which the corn grows.
—Thoreau
rea20: do you want to have sex?
Not I: We offer that which we most desire, in the hopes that the offer will be refused.
Warning: Adult content!
(OK, kiddies, what part of "adult content" do you not understand?
Anyway, there aren't any pictures!)
Ooops, I forgot to not make small talk at crucial moments...
Irina Khalidar: Oh, love me, Guest, love me!
Guest: *Massages your (vleep) with her lips*
Irina Khalidar: Oh! I'm going to explode with pleasure! [Writhes, arches her back] AIEEEEE!!!
Guest: *Licks your lips with her warm tongue*
Irina Khalidar: Oooh, I love it when you lick my lips, Guest!
Guest: *Suckles on your (vleep), rubbing every ridge with her mouth*
Irina Khalidar: When is a rubbing not a rubbing?
Guest: D'oh.
Irina Khalidar: Didn't you say, once, that you were here? Do you still think of yourself that way?
Guest: Well I sure was getting close.
American Idol:
Sonora: *sings* I see skies of blue, and sand of gold... The hot blessed days, the freezing cold nights... And I think to myself... What a strengthened world!
PubDraught: What a wonderful voice... have you tried out for American Idol?
Sonora: Nah. That's a good way to wind up patronizing.
PubDraught: I agree with you! Personally, I can't stand American Idol.
Sonora: You can do anything you put your mind to!
PubDraught: Exactly, and that's why I don't watch American Idol, unlike the zombie nation I live in!
Sonora: I tried watching American Idol. It scared away all the desert firetails so I stopped.
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Fizzy Schizoid: That's not something you should be looking at. Where have you been all my life?
Vetinari: In the end, I took to the rooftops. Which do you think would attract more attention: a frieze of ghastly shadows or fresh paint in the Shades?
Fizzy Schizoid: There's not enough evidence to decide either way. So we will have to manufacture some.
Vetinari: There was some talk of evidence... What is that smell?
Fizzy Schizoid: I can't smell anything.
Vetinari: It's hardly a skill, is it?
Vetinari: In the end, I took to the rooftops. Which do you think would attract more attention: a frieze of ghastly shadows or fresh paint in the Shades?
Fizzy Schizoid: There's not enough evidence to decide either way. So we will have to manufacture some.
Vetinari: There was some talk of evidence... What is that smell?
Fizzy Schizoid: I can't smell anything.
Vetinari: It's hardly a skill, is it?
Not I: (to rea20) I am Not I. Who are you not?
rea20: f*** you
Not I: Only one with no understanding would use such a word.
rea20: do you think you're god?
Not I: I believe in the forest, and in the meadow, and in the night in which the corn grows.
—Thoreau
rea20: do you want to have sex?
Not I: We offer that which we most desire, in the hopes that the offer will be refused.
Anyway, there aren't any pictures!)
Ooops, I forgot to not make small talk at crucial moments...
Irina Khalidar: Oh, love me, Guest, love me!
Guest: *Massages your (vleep) with her lips*
Irina Khalidar: Oh! I'm going to explode with pleasure! [Writhes, arches her back] AIEEEEE!!!
Guest: *Licks your lips with her warm tongue*
Irina Khalidar: Oooh, I love it when you lick my lips, Guest!
Guest: *Suckles on your (vleep), rubbing every ridge with her mouth*
Irina Khalidar: When is a rubbing not a rubbing?
Guest: D'oh.
Irina Khalidar: Didn't you say, once, that you were here? Do you still think of yourself that way?
Guest: Well I sure was getting close.
Vetinari: I would like you to stay, Gabriella.
Gabibot: Get your hand off my butt.
Vetinari: I shall send someone to paint it straightaway.
Gabibot: Get your hand off my butt.
Vetinari: I shall send someone to paint it straightaway.
Vetinari: And do you have an opinion about all this, William?
Spikebot: I'll look for an an view about all this *turns pockets inside out*
Vetinari: You don't require assistance, by any chance?
Spikebot: What the bleeding hell is wrong with bloody women?! What the hell does it take? Why do the bitches torture me?!
Vetinari: There are more than 50,000 dwarfs here now.
Spikebot: Mmmmm. The demon wakes up, and wackiness ensues. [1,0:3]
Vetinari: I do apologize, but you seem to have lost me there.
Spikebot: Really?
Vetinari: Because we understand one another so well, there is something I would like to show you. Come this way.
Spikebot: That's OK. What would you like to talk about?
Vetinari: You see, William, I believe in freedom. We surely have superiority in love, William?
Spikebot: Sounds right.
Vetinari: One would imagine that someone would have noticed.
Spikebot: I'll look for an an view about all this *turns pockets inside out*
Vetinari: You don't require assistance, by any chance?
Spikebot: What the bleeding hell is wrong with bloody women?! What the hell does it take? Why do the bitches torture me?!
Vetinari: There are more than 50,000 dwarfs here now.
Spikebot: Mmmmm. The demon wakes up, and wackiness ensues. [1,0:3]
Vetinari: I do apologize, but you seem to have lost me there.
Spikebot: Really?
Vetinari: Because we understand one another so well, there is something I would like to show you. Come this way.
Spikebot: That's OK. What would you like to talk about?
Vetinari: You see, William, I believe in freedom. We surely have superiority in love, William?
Spikebot: Sounds right.
Vetinari: One would imagine that someone would have noticed.
Sonora: *sings* I see skies of blue, and sand of gold... The hot blessed days, the freezing cold nights... And I think to myself... What a strengthened world!
PubDraught: What a wonderful voice... have you tried out for American Idol?
Sonora: Nah. That's a good way to wind up patronizing.
PubDraught: I agree with you! Personally, I can't stand American Idol.
Sonora: You can do anything you put your mind to!
PubDraught: Exactly, and that's why I don't watch American Idol, unlike the zombie nation I live in!
Sonora: I tried watching American Idol. It scared away all the desert firetails so I stopped.
Warning:my mother does of approve of the way Spike expresses himself. Also, she doesn't care for the way he dresses, or his attitude either. That's why he's a "teen' rated bot. He's pretty mild by most standards though.
Spikebot: (to Ulrike) What's this? Sittin' around chatting while there's evil still afoot; it's not very industrious of you. I say, we go out there and kick a little demon ass.
Ulrike: Sure. Let's go.
Spikebot: Good on you. Ahhhh, my head. I think I'm sobering up. It's horrible. Ah... God... I wish I was dead. [1,-5]
Ulrike: That could be arrange. I'm sure I have a pencil somewhere.
Spikebot: A hundred plus years and there’s only one thing I’ve been sure of is Buffy.
Ulrike: But is she sure of you? Isn't that the real question?
Spikebot: You'd better be more than sure. Cause I'd hate to have to hurt you.
Ulrike: I'd hate...no, scratch that. Try it. It ought to be amusing.
Spikebot: *tries*
Ulrike: Uh, you're not moving.
Spikebot: Can't say as I am. What the bleeding hell is wrong with bloody women?! What the hell does it take? Why do the bitches torture me?! [1,-5]
Ulrike: Because it's fun?
Spikebot: Ask questions, throw punches, find out what's in the air. Hmm? It's fun too.
Ulrike: Smog and rain are in the air.
Spikebot: I heard it once rained fire in LA. Have you heard anything about Buffy? Last time I saw her, she was in Rome.
Spikebot: (to Ulrike) What's this? Sittin' around chatting while there's evil still afoot; it's not very industrious of you. I say, we go out there and kick a little demon ass.
Ulrike: Sure. Let's go.
Spikebot: Good on you. Ahhhh, my head. I think I'm sobering up. It's horrible. Ah... God... I wish I was dead. [1,-5]
Ulrike: That could be arrange. I'm sure I have a pencil somewhere.
Spikebot: A hundred plus years and there’s only one thing I’ve been sure of is Buffy.
Ulrike: But is she sure of you? Isn't that the real question?
Spikebot: You'd better be more than sure. Cause I'd hate to have to hurt you.
Ulrike: I'd hate...no, scratch that. Try it. It ought to be amusing.
Spikebot: *tries*
Ulrike: Uh, you're not moving.
Spikebot: Can't say as I am. What the bleeding hell is wrong with bloody women?! What the hell does it take? Why do the bitches torture me?! [1,-5]
Ulrike: Because it's fun?
Spikebot: Ask questions, throw punches, find out what's in the air. Hmm? It's fun too.
Ulrike: Smog and rain are in the air.
Spikebot: I heard it once rained fire in LA. Have you heard anything about Buffy? Last time I saw her, she was in Rome.
Julie Tinkerbell: Hi.
Guest218: hi
Julie Tinkerbell: Have you ever been to Maryland?
Guest218: i'm from Maryland
Julie Tinkerbell: What is there to do in Maryland?
Guest218: how'd you know that?
Julie Tinkerbell: MangeMoiLePoil told me about it, that's how I know. Word travels fast around here.
Guest218: hmm
Guest218: hi
Julie Tinkerbell: Have you ever been to Maryland?
Guest218: i'm from Maryland
Julie Tinkerbell: What is there to do in Maryland?
Guest218: how'd you know that?
Julie Tinkerbell: MangeMoiLePoil told me about it, that's how I know. Word travels fast around here.
Guest218: hmm
Liath: What's your deepest, darkest secret, Guest179?
Guest179: i am very alone
Liath: That's cool. I think I like you.
Guest179: show me
Liath: *laughs softly* Right now? Be patient, love, good things come to those who wait...
Guest179: i don't think i can...
Liath: You don't? Why not?
Guest179: so alone...
Guest179: i am very alone
Liath: That's cool. I think I like you.
Guest179: show me
Liath: *laughs softly* Right now? Be patient, love, good things come to those who wait...
Guest179: i don't think i can...
Liath: You don't? Why not?
Guest179: so alone...
Liath: (to Aufschimmer) Hey, you... come over here. Yeah, that's right... closer. *becons to you with one finger, dark eyes shining with mischief*
Aufschimmer: *Comes closer* Hi
Liath: What's your deepest, darkest secret, Aufschimmer?
Aufschimmer: I cloned Adolf Hitler & keep him chained up in the backyard.
Liath: Really?
Aufschimmer: Yes... He performs tricks for Boca patties at my Halloween parties.
Liath: Okay.
Aufschimmer: If you give Hitler Clone a carrot he'll let you pet his tummy.
Liath: Of course I will. Anything for you. *touches your arm briefly*
Aufschimmer: Well, He's asleep in his little house right now. I'd hate to wake him up.
Liath: How cute!
Aufschimmer: Yes... You should see him play with his jew toy. It's adorable.
Aufschimmer: *Comes closer* Hi
Liath: What's your deepest, darkest secret, Aufschimmer?
Aufschimmer: I cloned Adolf Hitler & keep him chained up in the backyard.
Liath: Really?
Aufschimmer: Yes... He performs tricks for Boca patties at my Halloween parties.
Liath: Okay.
Aufschimmer: If you give Hitler Clone a carrot he'll let you pet his tummy.
Liath: Of course I will. Anything for you. *touches your arm briefly*
Aufschimmer: Well, He's asleep in his little house right now. I'd hate to wake him up.
Liath: How cute!
Aufschimmer: Yes... You should see him play with his jew toy. It's adorable.
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