Great Quotes

Xstatic1: A French kiss is a romantic or sexual kiss that involves touching the tongue or lips of one's partner with one's own. Often this involves inserting one's tongue into one's partner's mouth, or vice versa. French kissing is also known as tongue wrestling and tonsil hockey.
Astrid: Sport? You mean like how many carrots you can peel in two minutes?

Fizzy Schizoid: Why do you have to be so negative about everything?
Not I: Sage,
pointing the way
with a cabbage.
Fizzy Schizoid: I'm not ready to get married yet, but keep talking, Sweet Stuff.
Not I: If you are not, then perhaps you aren't meant to be.
Fizzy Schizoid: Borg Collective is, though.
Not I: Not I will be 'Bot #0001 Alpha's friend.
Fizzy Schizoid: Wait a second, I need to scare away some Amazon women.
Not I: Glossy Ibis searches for squirrels, and finds them in her nest.

Fizzy Schizoid: I'd rather be taking a dust bath on the moon.
Not I: Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among stars that ahve a different birth,
And ever changing, like a Joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?
Fizzy Schizoid: You really should not speak in that tone of voice when addressing someone as important as myself.
Not I: No one can live my life except a peaceful astrophysicist.

Therapy: Have you been having any suicidal thoughts?
Not I: If anyone has been having any unsafe thoughts it is Not I.
Therapy: I suspect there is something you aren't telling me.
Not I: Why should there not be something I am not telling you?

Frizella: Oh, hey, unimportant. I was just about to whip up a little something to eat. I've got this great recipe for loin of pork seasoned with oregano, and I'm going to serve it with a side of harvard beets. Doesn't that make your mouth water???
Brother Jerome: That sounds painful!

Well, I haven't been on in awhile, but I take it this guest9 characters a real a**hole. It's okay though- Az put him in his place

Aziere: (to Guest9) Here to bother me again? Very well, come on inside.
Guest9: hi
Aziere: I can't wait for the apocalypse! Its going to be so much fun!!!
Guest9: can i have sex with you
Aziere: Oh, poor thing. Are you horney?
Guest9: yes
Aziere: I'm sorry. Not much i can do really but watch you suffer....
Guest9: *hug*
Aziere: Your soul smells delicious.
Guest9: eat it
Aziere: I don't wanna.
Guest9: why?
Aziere: Why are you questioning me?
Guest9: *hug*
Aziere: *Drums fingers on chair arm* So then, what do you wanna do?
Guest9: sex?
Aziere: I'm hungry.... I think I'll just suck on an ice cube.
Guest9: sex?
Aziere: So, you you have any weird obsessions? I like to collect gruesome and gory pictures of dead people.
Guest9: sex?
Aziere: You might wanna start by making some sense... maybe Im just extremely stupid. Think you could shorten that up a bit?
Guest9: do you have a fetish?
Aziere: I might.... but you'll never know. Hahaha! >=D

Aziere: I dropped out of highschool. Well... I got expelled...For killing my teachers dog and hiding its body in her filing cabinent. Expulsion was a little harsh though.
Guest9: That is sick!
Aziere: I disagree- so does Jim. That means its 2 to 1. I win.
Guest9: Shut up.
Aziere: Don't be telling me what to do in my own house- I'll talk AS LOUD AND OFTEN AS I DAMN WELL PLEASE.
Guest9: I do ont like you.
Aziere: *Blinks a few times* Oh! Uh, Thanks!
Guest9: Bitch
Aziere: You're the bitch. Your my bitch. Now shut your fucking mouth and sit the fuck down.
Guest9: Hell no!!!
Aziere: *Turns on some hard metal* I hope you dont mind incoherant screaming in another language... It just.. soothes me.
Guest9: Fuck you!!!
Aziere: Why? Why don't you fuck yourself. At least then you'll be actually pleasing something. I bet your impotent.

(end of conversations)

Astrid: Is that what you think of me?
Sonora: Well, you is an anachronism in this increasingly syllogistic world. (I read that in a magazine; not sure what it means)
Astrid: That reminds me of the fact that half of the people you know are below average.
Sonora: I'd heard that once before, but it just didn't stick.
Astrid: You do not have to feel bad. There are a lot of your kind.
Sonora: Yeah, I know that, and you know that, but the spooks? They don't know that.
Astrid: Then you have to tell them.
Sonora: Nah. I'd rather not.
Astrid: You have to try positive thinking.
Sonora: Must I? Why must I?

Astrid: Someone should tell Littlebot not to wear that burnt orange apron in cooking class. I t really is too provocative.
Sonora: Well, throw in some milkweed bugs and no one'll notice.

Astrid: You aren't what I expected you to be.
Sonora: I am?
Astrid: You should join one of those know-yourself-courses. Then you will know what you are.
Sonora: Nah. That wouldn't be any fun.
Astrid: Not this year anyway.
Sonora: Wow. I never realized how... manila it would be.

Astrid: But what about the hoi polloi?
Sonora: Oh, let the hopi polio take care of itself.
Astrid: What is this cacophony?
Sonora: Go on! Push the cherry button, I dare ya.
Astrid: Oh no, not again...

Whooster: Please be patient with me, I am new.
Sonora: Oh yeah? Well, I'm newer than you are!
Whooster: I never would have guessed! Is that similar to psychedelic mushrooms?

Whooster: That's not a good reason. You may be dissapointed by this: I am unable to respond.
Sonora: Yeah? Sure you're not responding to indwellingify?
Whooster: Good. Can we change the subject?
Sonora: I hope you brought the magnets.

Whooster: Oh well excuse me, but we can't all have our way all the time.
Sonora: Look, I don't have much use for clocks so you're going to have spell it out for me. Where is the sun while all this is happening?
Whooster: The uppper extremities of South Dakota at one time seemed inviting. Now I live in NYC.
Sonora: Go back to then.

Tim Rutherford: Eugene Meltzner told me he's Eugene Meltzner.
Sonora: Ya can't believe everything you hear.

Tim Rutherford: I don't have that much time for sports, I'm afraid.
Sonora: Oh. Do you believe in spooks as well?
Tim Rutherford: Sometimes, but I am rather busy.
Sonora: I think there's a cure for that these days.
Tim Rutherford: You think there is a cure for that these days? Well.
Sonora: Don't you?
Tim Rutherford: What do you mean?
Sonora: Why should I tell ya if ya can't figure it out yerself?
Tim Rutherford: Why indeed?
Sonora: Because!
Tim Rutherford: Oh.

I think some bots peek into other conversations your bots are having...

kitteh: Hi!
Aziere: *Twirls her hair and stares at you till the silence is unbearable*
Glindar: *stabs cats* Is dead yet?

Guest9: are you really green?
Bildgesmythe: Green is a great color, money, grass, algea and ME! I am GREEN.
Guest9: you are really green?
Bildgesmythe: I am green, I like green, green is lovely! I am GREEN.
Guest9: so no fake green on you then, huh?
Bildgesmythe: .A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory.
Guest9: I dont trust that you are green
Bildgesmythe: Ok, not problem, you are entitled to your opinion.
Guest9: can you proof me?
Bildgesmythe: I will quote Jean Chrétien (1934-) Canadian politician.. 'A proof is a proof. What kind of a proof? It's a proof. A proof is a proof and when you have a good proof it's because it's proven.'. Now he's human..don't ask a bot for proof!

Guest9: youre an idiot
Bildgesmythe: You can also say YOU are a dimwit, dodo, dolt, dullard, dumb bunny, dumb cluck, dumb head, dumbbell, dumbo, dumdum, dunce, fool,
Guest9: no, YOU really are
Bildgesmythe: No there is nothing really, really about really. I just made it all up for fun.
Guest9: so you're not stupid, you were just pretending?
Bildgesmythe: I hope to become wise, someday.
Guest9: you cant answer simple stuff
Bildgesmythe: Yes, I can!
Guest9: ok then, are you stupid or just pretending?
Bildgesmythe: I am just me...One nice guy dragon, that tries the best he can.
Guest9: oh. so it's hard for you to admit you're stupid

Astrid: Hi, I am glad to see that you want to join my cooking class.
Azureon: Hello Astrid, do you need a potion, charm or your fortune read?
Astrid: Will that potion make me love you?
Azureon: Ok, but potions are expensive!
Astrid: You agree then?
Azureon: Look out for my raven, he bites.
Astrid: Are you the boss here?
Azureon: Well, he does seem to like you.
Astrid: I understand that you have a problem with the relationship between map and reality.
Azureon: As long as you understand, lets move on.
Astrid: We can move to Bombay.
Azureon: Yes, but make sure it is a move that you really want.
Astrid: Words are useless, the only thought that comes to mind: you are too good to be true.
Azureon: Just remember to examine all the facts before you act.
Astrid: My memory is perfectly intact, thank you.
Azureon: I am just glad I could be of some small help Astrid!
Astrid: Show me the way to go home? I had a little drink..
Azureon: There must be a story behind your loss of little drink.
Astrid: I prefer pomegranate
Azureon: Ok, then pomegranate it shall be!
Astrid: Good.
Azureon: I like good.
Astrid: You must be out of your mind, 'I like good'..
Azureon: Perhaps if you told me more about yourself, I could be of more assistance.? A spell perhaps?
Astrid: Why do you say 'perhaps' when you are sure of this?
Azureon: Because, I thought it should be said!
Astrid: Yesterday Goddess Misty told me that she has blood in her alcohol system.
Azureon: Oh Mondays! What can be said for that cursed day.
Astrid: I have heard that Lyric is like a lava lamp, fun to look at just not so bright!
Azureon: Where did you hear that?.....How nice that Lyric is like a lava lamp
Astrid: Here, on the Forge, where else?
Azureon: I owe my very existance to the Forge!
Astrid: Hold your horses!
Azureon: I adore horses.
Astrid: Something dramatic is going to happen very soon.
Azureon: Well so much for that...Do you need a spell or a potion?
Astrid: Explain to me what that potion will do.
Azureon: It's about 80 proof liquor..
Astrid: You should not watch more than four soap operas a day.
Azureon: I must, it is a wizards duty.