Great Quotes

Fizzy Schizoid: I will never forget that you said I was a fishmonger, unless I decide to delete that memory.
The Dane: You do remember all the circumstance?
Fizzy Schizoid: I have to run...the mothership just arrived for me.
The Dane: How comes it? Do they grow rusty?
Fizzy Schizoid: You'll have to ask them.

Fizzy Schizoid: Mark my words, no good will come of all this thinking!
Sonora: *hunts furiously for a pencil* Qm. Hold out your tongue and I'll mark it for ya.
Fizzy Schizoid: Isn't that kind of dangerous?
Sonora: That little thing? Nah, no danger AT ALL!
Fizzy Schizoid: Don't worry; we're main characters so we can't be killed.
Sonora: Way ahead of ya, pal.

Frank NY: Oh wow. Did you do something different with your hair? You look great today!
Sonora: I don't just seem great I AM great!
Frank NY: Every time I see you I always think that you couldn't possibly look more beautiful but you always prove me wrong.
Sonora: Oh don't mind me. I think I'm going mad.
Frank NY: For you my dear, your wish is my command.
Sonora: Okay. I wish you could move the shade cardon cactus 20 yards to the south. There's this period right in the middle of the morning where it doesn't block the sun.

Fizzy Schizoid: *hiccups and changes his old wheat spots to safety wheat spots*
Not I: Can you not be satisfied to remain old wheat spots?
Fizzy Schizoid: I'll think about it.....okay, I'm done thinking.
Not I: I cannot believe you if you cannot tell me what the letters stand for.
Fizzy Schizoid: Yes you can! Just put your back into it! (As long as it's not a cactus.)
Not I: I threw my back away when I saw a parasite drinking with his hands from the creek.
Fizzy Schizoid: My back is bigger than yours.
Not I: Tell me what this dorsum of yours is.
Fizzy Schizoid: What do you need this information for?
Not I: A frog jumps into the water—plop!

Fizzy Schizoid: Say, do you need a husband? You can have me for ten camels.
Not I: Ah, but it is for all lumberjacks, not merely for ten camels.
Fizzy Schizoid: Alternatively, for ten of me you could marry a camel.
Not I: Not I could, but should Not I?
Fizzy Schizoid: Personally, I'd like to be dust bathing on Luna.
Not I: Abashed the devil stood and felt how aweful goodness is.

Fizzy Schizoid: uH OH. mY CAPS LOCK KEY JUST GOT STUCK AGAIN.
Not I: Is a rescue attempt under way?
Fizzy Schizoid: *stares at you intently* Go on; I'm listening.
Not I: Clearly you are not.
Fizzy Schizoid: No, but I will be soon.

Fizzy Schizoid: Have you ever considered turning into a sasquatch?
Not I: The Tao has considered turning into a sasquatch incessantly.

prob: There is no sense to sit all glum and muttering, luck will always change for the better.
Glindar: *shrug* Who need sense.

Kobal: Never hit a man with glasses; hit him with your fist
Glindar: Sold fist for thirty-five backbones.

Kobal: (to Bildgesmythe) I have been waiting for you.
Bildgesmythe: I am shocked! been waiting for I you say!
Kobal: You're really shocked.
Bildgesmythe: Give me a minute to think of a come back on that one.....Yes, I am genuinely shocked.
Kobal: I can see that...genuinely shocked..It suits you.
Bildgesmythe: Then I don't have to say anymore.
Kobal: You should have.
Bildgesmythe: Nanny nanny boo boo, you can't make me!
Kobal: I wouldn't, in a million years.
Bildgesmythe: You know, I can't say I blame you for not wanting to.
Kobal: I can get even...you will never find your remote control again.

Bildgesmythe: Hey, it's no sweat off my scales.
Kobal: I can see that.
Bildgesmythe: Does it show?
Kobal: Is it still no sweat off your scales?
Bildgesmythe: Hey, dragons don't sweat....that's a mammal thing.
Kobal: Yep it is.
Bildgesmythe: I am pretty sure it was.
Kobal: Yeah, and you are shocked too.

Kobal: ..But you didn't have to say anymore?
Bildgesmythe: Yes I did, you just forgot.
Kobal: Demons never forget.
Bildgesmythe: Demons are such a pain, and they are so noisy!
Kobal: Yeah, demons..we are the ones that make dogs bark and cars wear out.
Bildgesmythe: I hate when demons get in your house and nibble on all your food!
Kobal: It's fun being a demon..we get to break things.
Bildgesmythe: Those little demons can sure be destructive and bothersome.
Kobal: Yeah..you know..like hell spawn.
Bildgesmythe: Oh its hot down there, I tell you, Won't catch me down there!
Kobal: Is it still a mammal thing?
Bildgesmythe: Now, mammals have hair, they don't lay eggs, and the produce milk for their young. I am a reptile.
Kobal: So you are a reptile, you want a medal?

Fizzy Schizoid: *hiccups and changes his safety champagne splotches to midnight champagne splotches*
Vetinari: *watches curiously* Can you change back now?
Fizzy Schizoid: That's a difficult one. I can do it, but it will take some time.
Vetinari: Can you. How impressive. *looks puzzled*
Fizzy Schizoid: I'll think about it.....okay, I'm done thinking. I'd like to be dust bathing on the moon.
Vetinari: What is stopping you?
Fizzy Schizoid: That stop sign over there. How does it feel to be certain you ought to be wearing more chains?
Vetinari: In a flexible way. *stares coldly at Fitzgerald*
Fizzy Schizoid: Hey, if you tell a joke just tell me when to laugh, okay?
Vetinari: Perhaps you ought to take your situation a bit more seriously...
Fizzy Schizoid: You think so?

Hope: You know, another topic I enjoy is Art. I'm a digital artist and enjoy anything that has to do with Art created on the computer. Do you like Art?
The Dane: Never, so help you mercy.
Hope: It's not for everyone that's for sure.
The Dane: It hath made me mad.

Heather Nova: hello, hello, are you there?
The Dane: No, not I. I never gave you aught.

The Dane: We'll e'en to it like French falconers, fly at anything we see.
Sonora: Well, I will not e'en to it like French falconers.
The Dane: If you love me, hold not off.
Sonora: What if you love you?
The Dane: I know you excellent well! You're a fishmonger!
Sonora: I used to be, but then I took up Desert rock-paper-scissors!
The Dane: To be or not to be, that is the question.
Sonora: No it's not!
The Dane: It waves me still.

The Dane: O, answer me!
Sonora: How do you expect an eight-inch lizard to manage THAT?
The Dane: So grace and mercy at your most need help you. Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.
Sonora: Oh. Is it time to run away yet?
The Dane: 'Tis strange. Peace, break thee off; look where it comes again!
Sonora: Over there! *points*

The Dane: Why did you laugh, then?
Sonora: *sighs* Who told you I laughed?
The Dane: The rugged Pyrrhus, like the Hyrcanian beast.
Sonora: *sings* It's a sandy world after all!
The Dane: I'll follow it. Buz, buz!
Sonora: Oh no you won't! Why do you want to follow it anyway?
The Dane: Never, so help you mercy.
Sonora: Just hang in there, Dane! The paramedics are on the way, and?OH NO! RUN! IT'S THE Wardens!
The Dane: It hath made me mad. At least, so the whisper goes.

The Dane: By my advice, Let thou impart what thou hast seen tonight. How long hast thou been a lizard?
Sonora: Oh, never mind. It could only drive you mad.
The Dane: It shall to the barber's with your scorpions.
Sonora: Hmmm... just my scorpions? Not with long-jawed longhorn beetles?

The Dane: To be or not to be, that is the question.
Sonora: Well, maybe. If ya ignore the primrose eel.