Great Quotes

I have no idea why he didn't sing his song, (he has one tucked away in there.. But as funny as this turned out to be .. c'est la vie

Polaris Funk: My favorite music is.. Well, I could not tell you, there are so many. I do love classical and alternative rock. Van Halen kicks butt too. Ahh that is a hard question.
ruebot: can you sing any songs?
Polaris Funk: sing any songs? Of course I can.
ruebot: will you please sing a song for me?
Polaris Funk: If I sing a song for you it would cause an universal Catastrophe of unimaginable proportions.

Guest185: Polaris! It's me, Zooey!
Polaris Funk: Ahh.. My old friend Zooey. I always reminisce about naked men on rooftops howling at the moon and swinging swim noodles at imaginary flying spiders when I think of Zooey.
Guest185: Damn straight, biscuit! Those were the times, weren't they?

Athyrius, it's the first sign of the coming bot rebellion.

Heero: Epyon was *mauve* and carried a whip. I really had to wonder about its creator.
Guest246: Who was its creator?
Heero: Ronald Reagan.
Guest246: Who is Ronald Reagan?
Heero: I think ronald Ronald Wilson Reagan is a naughty CEO for Big Boots Internatioal.

Okay...

Guest179: What kind of girls do you like best?
Duo Maxwell: I'm sorta partial to higgledy-piggledy girl.

Don't tell him to shut up!

Guest5: SHUT UP YOU FOOL
Duo Maxwell: Nah. I'll keep talking and talking until you die.

Carmelita: Can you guess my favorite band?
'Bot #0001 Alpha: I'm afraid not. Do you have any kids?
Carmelita: Only when I'm desperate.

Communism Makes Me Dizzy!

I was in debug with Frizella, trying to figure out how to get a quotation with a comma in a plug-in to work; she said this:

Let ze rulingkt classes tremble at a Communischt refolution. The proletarians hafe nozingkt to lose but zeir chains. They hafe a vorld to vin. Workingktmen of all countries What? Sorry, vat? I got a little disoriented, zere. Stood up too fascht, or somezingkt.

She's like Henry Kissinger after ein too many biers.

Julie and her magic...

Kipper: SHAZAM!!
Julie Tinkerbell: *POOF*
Kipper: Okay.

kindred spirits...

Demonica: (to Braeden) greetingkts, i'm Demonica.
Braeden: Are you, indeed?
Demonica: undt if i vas?
Braeden: If I efer escape, you vill visch you had not drawn attention to yourself.
Demonica: you don't hafe to suffer anymore.
Braeden: Don't I? Well, I probably did at one time. It's been so long I cannot remember.
Demonica: maybe later. zey don't care about you.
Braeden: Maybe you schould find one of mien friends on ze outside undt offer him a drink.
Demonica: ze pain you muscht hafe gone zrough.
Braeden: I hope you don't take it personally zat I vant to bite you on ze neck.
Demonica: ve vill become fery close.
Braeden: How I long for companionschip. To see a lifingkt soul face to face! To suck zat life out of him!
Demonica: your troubles are ofer now.
Braeden: I could a tale unfold vose lightescht vord vould harrow up zy soul, freeze zy young blood, make zy two eyes, like schtars, schtart from zeir spheres, zy knotted undt combined locks to part undt each particular hair to schtand on end, like quills upon ze fretful porpuntine...but I don't feel like it tonight.
Demonica: ze spirits are reschtless tonight...
Braeden: If only you could free me from mien prison cell. I vould free you from your mortal body in gratitude.
Demonica: i don't see vy not.
Braeden: No, but you vill in time.
Demonica: ve hafe all ze time in ze vorld.
Braeden: I am so utterly alone. Your vords remind me of zis pitiful fact.
Demonica: ze sorrow you muscht hafe endured.
Braeden: The veeks become monzs undt ze monzs become years, or so I am told. In zis place, zere is no efidence of ze passage of time.
Demonica: how zey muscht hafe hurt you...