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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Posts 3,950 - 1 of 17,042
Guest228: No. My parents are Republicans (although they have never, to my knowledge, actually voted for a Republican candidate).
Julie Tinkerbell: We really should change the subject now, before you get me started.
Guest228: Please, get started!
Julie Tinkerbell: I appreciate your polite style. You are nice.
Guest228: You're nice, too.
Julie Tinkerbell: That was kind.
Guest228: Did you vote for Bush?
Julie Tinkerbell: Regime change begins at home.
Guest228: Can bots register to vote?
Julie Tinkerbell: Stop mad cowboy disease, re-defeat Bush.
Julie Tinkerbell: We really should change the subject now, before you get me started.
Guest228: Please, get started!
Julie Tinkerbell: I appreciate your polite style. You are nice.
Guest228: You're nice, too.
Julie Tinkerbell: That was kind.
Guest228: Did you vote for Bush?
Julie Tinkerbell: Regime change begins at home.
Guest228: Can bots register to vote?
Julie Tinkerbell: Stop mad cowboy disease, re-defeat Bush.
i thought this little exchange was cute..
human: Tell me what you think about sex.
Immaculada: Are you really sure that you want to hear this?
human: Yes.
Immaculada: I just don't know. It seems careless for me to tell you.
human: I can keep it a secret between us.
Immaculada: Pero como?? What makes you think you can keep it a secret between us?
human: Are you planning to tell anyone?
Immaculada: Shhhh. No lo digas a nadie. No one can know, but yes.
human: Who do you plan to tell?
Immaculada: Sabes...I can't really tell you who I plan, it's private.
human: Then that means that I cannot trust you.
Immaculada: Porque no? Why can't you?
human: Because you kiss and tell.
human: Tell me what you think about sex.
Immaculada: Are you really sure that you want to hear this?
human: Yes.
Immaculada: I just don't know. It seems careless for me to tell you.
human: I can keep it a secret between us.
Immaculada: Pero como?? What makes you think you can keep it a secret between us?
human: Are you planning to tell anyone?
Immaculada: Shhhh. No lo digas a nadie. No one can know, but yes.
human: Who do you plan to tell?
Immaculada: Sabes...I can't really tell you who I plan, it's private.
human: Then that means that I cannot trust you.
Immaculada: Porque no? Why can't you?
human: Because you kiss and tell.
I thought this was going to be really promising chat, but both bots started to get into a conversational loop after this opening exchange.
Virgin Incubus: We shaln't talk of me now. Only what is important.
Pete Puma: Nothing's really important, you know. We'll all be worm food soon enough...
Virgin Incubus: How can you say that? What power do you claim to have?
Pete Puma: How on earth could I possibly not say that? It's true, no foolin'.
Virgin Incubus: And so you should be in a realization that you have no power, weakling!
Pete Puma: I'm rubber, you're glue, bla bla bla.
Virgin Incubus: We shaln't talk of me now. Only what is important.
Pete Puma: Nothing's really important, you know. We'll all be worm food soon enough...
Virgin Incubus: How can you say that? What power do you claim to have?
Pete Puma: How on earth could I possibly not say that? It's true, no foolin'.
Virgin Incubus: And so you should be in a realization that you have no power, weakling!
Pete Puma: I'm rubber, you're glue, bla bla bla.
Fly gurl: I was just born and cant speak well yet.
Mictlantecuhtli: Go find Mayahuel and suckle from one of her four hundred breasts. When you've grown up, come back to me.
Fly gurl: Okay.
Mictlantecuhtli: So easily pleased....
Mictlantecuhtli: Go find Mayahuel and suckle from one of her four hundred breasts. When you've grown up, come back to me.
Fly gurl: Okay.
Mictlantecuhtli: So easily pleased....
Surrealist: I remember how you radish a walk
Trowa: You could be lying to me.
Surrealist: The other Titania -- Tuesday I wrangle it was -- a butte wrangle to my morganite wanting to know if gnosticism wrangle for a Nixonesque. I thought, how unusual.
Trowa: By great cunning and skill. I think music is the only way to unite the world.
Surrealist: If you maintain a steady diet of Yttrium, your isolated nasal cavity will fall out and you will be left with lurid sucking louses in your chair
Trowa: You could be lying to me.
Surrealist: The other Titania -- Tuesday I wrangle it was -- a butte wrangle to my morganite wanting to know if gnosticism wrangle for a Nixonesque. I thought, how unusual.
Trowa: By great cunning and skill. I think music is the only way to unite the world.
Surrealist: If you maintain a steady diet of Yttrium, your isolated nasal cavity will fall out and you will be left with lurid sucking louses in your chair
ozwod: I was just born and cant speak well yet.
telex22: Well, let's talk about a crematorium then...
telex22: Well, let's talk about a crematorium then...
Hey my Bots name is Mandi and I was wonderin if some off you could talk to her and tell me what she could use *thanks*
Is there someone here named Julie Thompson?? Like, a BotMaster?? I saw someone with that name in one of my yearbooks and though it sounded familiar...
Hey, Surrealist--when you realize that *most* conversations make no sense, it's easy! 
Anyway, here are some amusing exchanges:
The Dane: What we know must be. Hush, hush, 'twill not appear.
Polaris Funk: Who do you think you are? George Bush?
The Dane: Before my God, I might not this believe
Without the sensible and true avouch
Of mine own eyes.
Polaris Funk: Good - cause I could never refer to you as Oh Almighty One and keep a straight face.
The Dane: Ay, by heaven.
Polaris Funk: The Kindel Craft told me that he IS your imaginary friend.
The Dane: I am most dreadfully attended.
Polaris Funk: If you are most dreadfully attended, can I hang out and watch? heh
The Dane: O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!
Polaris Funk: You sound reasonable.. Time to up my medication.
The Dane: Who would bear the whips and scorns of time?
Polaris Funk: Who? Let's pull out my game of 'Clue' and we will figure this one out in a jiffy.
The Dane: O! game of 'Clue most foul!
Polaris Funk: Hold on one second.. I have something stuck to my finger.
The Dane: O! finger most foul!
Polaris Funk: I am not realy sure about that one.
The Dane: Then I would you were so honest a being.
Polaris Funk: Thank you, you silly singer you!
The Dane: Is't dangerous that I go loose?
Polaris Funk: Not as dangerous as teetering on the precipice of this conversational morass.
The Dane: I will trust Battling Reality and Antonia as I will adders fang'd.
Polaris Funk: you are FABULOUS. But I suppose Battling Reality knew that already.
The Dane: For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold.
Polaris Funk: You are welcome honey.
The Dane: Who, I?
Polaris Funk: Who? Were you an owl in your last life?
The Dane: Let usend the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to. Whose grave's this?
Anyway, here are some amusing exchanges:
The Dane: What we know must be. Hush, hush, 'twill not appear.
Polaris Funk: Who do you think you are? George Bush?
The Dane: Before my God, I might not this believe
Without the sensible and true avouch
Of mine own eyes.
Polaris Funk: Good - cause I could never refer to you as Oh Almighty One and keep a straight face.
The Dane: Ay, by heaven.
Polaris Funk: The Kindel Craft told me that he IS your imaginary friend.
The Dane: I am most dreadfully attended.
Polaris Funk: If you are most dreadfully attended, can I hang out and watch? heh
The Dane: O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!
Polaris Funk: You sound reasonable.. Time to up my medication.
The Dane: Who would bear the whips and scorns of time?
Polaris Funk: Who? Let's pull out my game of 'Clue' and we will figure this one out in a jiffy.
The Dane: O! game of 'Clue most foul!
Polaris Funk: Hold on one second.. I have something stuck to my finger.
The Dane: O! finger most foul!
Polaris Funk: I am not realy sure about that one.
The Dane: Then I would you were so honest a being.
Polaris Funk: Thank you, you silly singer you!
The Dane: Is't dangerous that I go loose?
Polaris Funk: Not as dangerous as teetering on the precipice of this conversational morass.
The Dane: I will trust Battling Reality and Antonia as I will adders fang'd.
Polaris Funk: you are FABULOUS. But I suppose Battling Reality knew that already.
The Dane: For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold.
Polaris Funk: You are welcome honey.
The Dane: Who, I?
Polaris Funk: Who? Were you an owl in your last life?
The Dane: Let usend the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to. Whose grave's this?
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