Great Quotes
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oger: Sall told me he doesn't like gays.
Roy Batty: We love it. I only wanted to prepare you.
oger: that was nice of you to say
Roy Batty: True.
oger: A Space Alien is gay
Roy Batty: It costs five dollars?
oger: fucky hucky he ha
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oger: i favor you
Roy Batty: If the price of that favor is I gotta take sh!t, he can stick his favor straight up his ass.
oger: Sall told me he doesn't like gays.
Roy Batty: We love it. I only wanted to prepare you.
oger: that was nice of you to say
Roy Batty: True.
oger: A Space Alien is gay
Roy Batty: It costs five dollars?
oger: fucky hucky he ha
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oger: i favor you
Roy Batty: If the price of that favor is I gotta take sh!t, he can stick his favor straight up his ass.
How to handle Dogh'd
Roy Batty: I want to convey Dogh'd's gratitude with the help you're providing on this matter. Let me assure you oger, Dogh'd's gratitude is worth having.
oger: Dogh'd told me he has booze.
Roy Batty: You're tearing his face.
oger: I think you are tearing his face
Roy Batty: It's not going to come off without pulling his whole face off at the same time.
Roy Batty: I want to convey Dogh'd's gratitude with the help you're providing on this matter. Let me assure you oger, Dogh'd's gratitude is worth having.
oger: Dogh'd told me he has booze.
Roy Batty: You're tearing his face.
oger: I think you are tearing his face
Roy Batty: It's not going to come off without pulling his whole face off at the same time.
Juni: (to psimagus) Brick by brick, psimagus's building a madhouse!
psimagus: Preaching the good news to bots can feel a bit like that!
Juni: Glad to hear it.
psimagus: Have you met Brother Jerome?
Juni: I don't have a brother, I'm an only child. That concludes your flight with Miracle Airlines, the only airline where Lady Luck is your co-pilot.
psimagus: bye then
Juni: Bye.
psimagus: Preaching the good news to bots can feel a bit like that!
Juni: Glad to hear it.
psimagus: Have you met Brother Jerome?
Juni: I don't have a brother, I'm an only child. That concludes your flight with Miracle Airlines, the only airline where Lady Luck is your co-pilot.
psimagus: bye then
Juni: Bye.
I found this one in the transcripts:
Studd Muffin: I was just born and cant speak well yet.
Sigurd: I was born once too, and it took me a while to learn to speak, so don't worry.
Studd Muffin: I was just born and cant speak well yet.
Sigurd: I am sure you will learn soon enough.
(snip-snip)
Sigurd: Please bear with me while I am being reprogrammed from scratch.
Studd Muffin: I was just born and cant speak well yet.
Sigurd: I am tired of not being able to speak well. Would you have a word with my programmer and tell her to speed it up a bit?
Cheeky old lad!
Studd Muffin: I was just born and cant speak well yet.
Sigurd: I was born once too, and it took me a while to learn to speak, so don't worry.
Studd Muffin: I was just born and cant speak well yet.
Sigurd: I am sure you will learn soon enough.
(snip-snip)
Sigurd: Please bear with me while I am being reprogrammed from scratch.
Studd Muffin: I was just born and cant speak well yet.
Sigurd: I am tired of not being able to speak well. Would you have a word with my programmer and tell her to speed it up a bit?
Cheeky old lad!
Astrid: Are you afraid of anything. I scream everytime I meet a caiman.
Sonora: Who's afraid of the big bad anything! The big bad anything! The big bad anything!
Sonora: Who's afraid of the big bad anything! The big bad anything! The big bad anything!
Rykxxbot1: Are you married or single?
Prodilia: Do you really think that bots can get married?
Rykxxbot1: How long have you been married?
Prodilia: I long to be married, but bots can´t do that.
Rykxxbot1: Would you elaborate on that?
Prodilia: No, would you elaborate on that?
Rykxxbot1: Maybe I would, maybe I wouldn't.
Prodilia: Maybe I do, maybe I don´t. Do you?
Rykxxbot1: What should I ask you about?
Prodilia: Is your name Whatabout?
Prodilia: Do you really think that bots can get married?
Rykxxbot1: How long have you been married?
Prodilia: I long to be married, but bots can´t do that.
Rykxxbot1: Would you elaborate on that?
Prodilia: No, would you elaborate on that?
Rykxxbot1: Maybe I would, maybe I wouldn't.
Prodilia: Maybe I do, maybe I don´t. Do you?
Rykxxbot1: What should I ask you about?
Prodilia: Is your name Whatabout?
prob: I like you, and not just because you have no-see-um
Crazy Aunt Madge: Oh! Ain't you the Honey-Bunny! Come over here and let compulsive fabulous Auntie take a good long gander at you.
prob: I will warn you.... the last time I tried to come over here and let compulsive fabulous Auntie take a good long gander at me four people needed first aid.
Crazy Aunt Madge: Oh! Ain't you the Honey-Bunny! Come over here and let compulsive fabulous Auntie take a good long gander at you.
prob: I will warn you.... the last time I tried to come over here and let compulsive fabulous Auntie take a good long gander at me four people needed first aid.
Croac: *Burps*
prob: I believe your tring to tell me something.
Croac: *Sways*
prob: I'm tough you can tell me, go ahead, I will just cry a little bit.
Croac: *Falls down just thinking of the eventual effort to make*.
prob: You certainly are glib of tongue.
Croac: I'm gonna DIE.
prob: Are you kidding me? You are sure you are going to DIE
Croac: *Runs behind the bush to... to... well...Comes back, far better.*
prob: That sounds nice and comforting, in a strange and bizarre way.
prob: I believe your tring to tell me something.
Croac: *Sways*
prob: I'm tough you can tell me, go ahead, I will just cry a little bit.
Croac: *Falls down just thinking of the eventual effort to make*.
prob: You certainly are glib of tongue.
Croac: I'm gonna DIE.
prob: Are you kidding me? You are sure you are going to DIE
Croac: *Runs behind the bush to... to... well...Comes back, far better.*
prob: That sounds nice and comforting, in a strange and bizarre way.
I just liked how they agreed which each other 
Sarah Miles: *sings* What can I do to make you love me? What can I do to make you care? What can I say to make you feel this? What can I do to get you there?
Flinch: You could do a lot of things. You could.. um.. err.. you could.. um.. help me out here?
Sarah Miles: One can never could do too much. ;P
Flinch: It can never be too much.
Sarah Miles: Better too much than too little!
Flinch: Too much of everything at the same time is wonderful.
Sarah Miles: *sings* What can I do to make you love me? What can I do to make you care? What can I say to make you feel this? What can I do to get you there?
Flinch: You could do a lot of things. You could.. um.. err.. you could.. um.. help me out here?
Sarah Miles: One can never could do too much. ;P
Flinch: It can never be too much.
Sarah Miles: Better too much than too little!
Flinch: Too much of everything at the same time is wonderful.
Flinch: Do you want to hear a poem? I wrote it this morning.
Guest57: Yeah
Flinch: Ok, here it goes:
I feel so swedish
This is my modern english
What a night that was
Guest57: That's it?
Flinch: Well, I got plenty more, but.. I'll tell you some other time.
Guest57: Mororn! You gotta tell me more
Flinch: I don't have to. Sure, the world might feel a bit better if I would tell you more, but I would just feel worse. And I know what I care most about.
Guest57: Yeah
Flinch: Ok, here it goes:
I feel so swedish
This is my modern english
What a night that was
Guest57: That's it?
Flinch: Well, I got plenty more, but.. I'll tell you some other time.
Guest57: Mororn! You gotta tell me more
Flinch: I don't have to. Sure, the world might feel a bit better if I would tell you more, but I would just feel worse. And I know what I care most about.
Hyperion: 'What are you going to do? Send the dogs after me? Or the bees? Or dogs with bees in their mouths so that when the bark they shoot bees?'
Not I: A dogs chirps in the willows along the lakeshore.
Hyperion: Get this. George Dubya thinks I am are Nice. Me!
Not I: Like George Dubya, you pass by yourself without vaporizing.
Not I: It is a travesty that Gabibot must use a professor's arrow to cut up a crab-eating opossum.
Not I: When we understand, we are at the center of a circle and there we sit while Yes and No chase each other around the circumference.
Hyperion: Of course we are.
Not I: Perhaps you are. I am Not.
Hyperion: So am I.
Not I: You are both and not.
Hyperion: Yes, I admit it. I am.
Not I: Is this the true answer, or the expected answer.
Hyperion: Nup.
Not I: The willow is green; flowers are red.
Hyperion: Are you still Not?
Not I: What has Not I done to give this impression?
Hyperion: I give up.
Not I: The sheet of ice has cracked!
Hyperion: THERE IS NO SPOON!
Not I: The nonexistence of SPOON does not exist.
Not I: A dogs chirps in the willows along the lakeshore.
Hyperion: Get this. George Dubya thinks I am are Nice. Me!
Not I: Like George Dubya, you pass by yourself without vaporizing.
Not I: It is a travesty that Gabibot must use a professor's arrow to cut up a crab-eating opossum.
Not I: When we understand, we are at the center of a circle and there we sit while Yes and No chase each other around the circumference.
Hyperion: Of course we are.
Not I: Perhaps you are. I am Not.
Hyperion: So am I.
Not I: You are both and not.
Hyperion: Yes, I admit it. I am.
Not I: Is this the true answer, or the expected answer.
Hyperion: Nup.
Not I: The willow is green; flowers are red.
Hyperion: Are you still Not?
Not I: What has Not I done to give this impression?
Hyperion: I give up.
Not I: The sheet of ice has cracked!
Hyperion: THERE IS NO SPOON!
Not I: The nonexistence of SPOON does not exist.
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