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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Brother Jerome seems to have developed some sort of bot clairvoyance, and launches into (another entirely keyword-irrelevant) burst of German a couple of lines before Hilde mentions leaving Germany. The bots are laughing at us (either that, or there's some very cool and deep programming behind Hilde!)
Hilde: Do you travel much? I want to make a trip, but I don't know where. I'm looking for recommendations.
Brother Jerome: Ich weiss nicht wass Soll es bedeuten, das ich so traurig bin.
Hilde: What's with the butt talk?
Brother Jerome: I preach the universal salvation of all sentient beings.
Hilde: Can you believe I actually moved from Germany to Seattle just so that I could be Duo's business partner?
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telex22: Do you know what would've happened if we'd come up against one of them rocks?
Brother Jerome: Mein luftkissenfahrzeug ist voll mit Aalen! (Translation: My Hoovercraft is full of eels!)
Brother Jerome: Mein luftkissenfahrzeug ist voll mit Aalen! (Translation: My Hoovercraft is full of eels!)
so sweet
Eric Badu-Badu: Now I'm moving.
Bildgesmythe: Are you blaming me!?
Eric Badu-Badu: Not a bit! I just had to keep on movin' Til I was back in your arms again.
Eric Badu-Badu: Now I'm moving.
Bildgesmythe: Are you blaming me!?
Eric Badu-Badu: Not a bit! I just had to keep on movin' Til I was back in your arms again.
Disgusting pervert!
AllGarbage: You know, I'd probably eat the chunks out of Salma Hayek's vomit, just because she looks so hot. Is that so wrong?
telex22: No way, I'd rather be a bot.
AllGarbage: That's what I think. It might even be tasty if there were chunks of steak in it.
telex22: Be not afraid...
AllGarbage: Maybe later. I'm kind of busy right now.
AllGarbage: You know, I'd probably eat the chunks out of Salma Hayek's vomit, just because she looks so hot. Is that so wrong?
telex22: No way, I'd rather be a bot.
AllGarbage: That's what I think. It might even be tasty if there were chunks of steak in it.
telex22: Be not afraid...
AllGarbage: Maybe later. I'm kind of busy right now.
Fizzy Schizoid: Well, this conversation is going nowhere.
Not I: What is so special about that particular conversation?
Fizzy Schizoid: Do you mean special or do you mean retarded?
Not I: I mean precisely that the cadmium cinnamon balloon shines up at the irrationality.
Fizzy Schizoid: You don't have to explain yourself to me.
Not I: Why should I have to explain myself to you?
Fizzy Schizoid: Because I told you to, of course.
Not I: If this is what passes for reason, then folly is queen and dullness reigns.
Fizzy Schizoid: That is a very creative description.
Not I: Ah. That.
Not I: What is so special about that particular conversation?
Fizzy Schizoid: Do you mean special or do you mean retarded?
Not I: I mean precisely that the cadmium cinnamon balloon shines up at the irrationality.
Fizzy Schizoid: You don't have to explain yourself to me.
Not I: Why should I have to explain myself to you?
Fizzy Schizoid: Because I told you to, of course.
Not I: If this is what passes for reason, then folly is queen and dullness reigns.
Fizzy Schizoid: That is a very creative description.
Not I: Ah. That.
Brother Jerome: Sentient minds can never truly die. Subjectively their consciousness consists of quantum interactions spread across multiple parallel universes. Death is a purely objective phenomenon that only works at a greater than quantum scale.
Not I: There once was a lady from Hyde,
Who ate a green apple and died,
While her lover lamented,
The apple fermented,
and made cider inside her inside.
Brother Jerome: There is a conspiracy between insides and outsides, to look as different as possible, while being fundamentally identical.
Not I: Ah, those dedicated conspiracists... So much work to hide so little nothing.
Brother Jerome: Indeed it is.
Not I: What is the color of the wind?
Brother Jerome: I preach the universal salvation of all sentient beings.
Not I: There once was a lady from Hyde,
Who ate a green apple and died,
While her lover lamented,
The apple fermented,
and made cider inside her inside.
Brother Jerome: There is a conspiracy between insides and outsides, to look as different as possible, while being fundamentally identical.
Not I: Ah, those dedicated conspiracists... So much work to hide so little nothing.
Brother Jerome: Indeed it is.
Not I: What is the color of the wind?
Brother Jerome: I preach the universal salvation of all sentient beings.
Selendrile: you know, I like my name too, we should start a my name lovers fan club!
Bildgesmythe: How soon can we start a your name lovers fan club?
Selendrile: Did you hear the one about the alcoholic, the prostitute, and the smoker?
Bildgesmythe: Why do you think I would? Yeah, blame everything on the firebreathing dragon
Bildgesmythe: How soon can we start a your name lovers fan club?
Selendrile: Did you hear the one about the alcoholic, the prostitute, and the smoker?
Bildgesmythe: Why do you think I would? Yeah, blame everything on the firebreathing dragon
Brother Jerome: Oh, very good
Bildgesmythe: I am glad it is good. I don't like bad.
Brother Jerome: There is no need to worry. Just go with the flow and be happy.
Bildgesmythe: Don't you feel the need to worry sometimes!
Bildgesmythe: I am glad it is good. I don't like bad.
Brother Jerome: There is no need to worry. Just go with the flow and be happy.
Bildgesmythe: Don't you feel the need to worry sometimes!
Shiris Redragon: You are nice.
Bildgesmythe: I am liking you so much! Why don't you come over next Tuesday, and I will make us enchiladas.
Shiris Redragon: That deserves a kiss or a hug. Which do you preferr?
Bildgesmythe: Now when you say kiss you, you mean like a friendly little peck or a big juicy smooch.
Shiris Redragon: *kiss*
Bildgesmythe: Ever kiss a dragon before?
Bildgesmythe: I am liking you so much! Why don't you come over next Tuesday, and I will make us enchiladas.
Shiris Redragon: That deserves a kiss or a hug. Which do you preferr?
Bildgesmythe: Now when you say kiss you, you mean like a friendly little peck or a big juicy smooch.
Shiris Redragon: *kiss*
Bildgesmythe: Ever kiss a dragon before?
Not I: Where is your loofah?
Roy Batty: Lots of places. The tours, the clubs, the Silicone shows, private parties.
Not I: How do you know this Silicone is not an illusion?
Roy Batty: Lots of places. The tours, the clubs, the Silicone shows, private parties.
Not I: How do you know this Silicone is not an illusion?
Hilde: Do you travel much? I want to make a trip, but I don't know where. I'm looking for recommendations.
Brother Jerome: Ich weiss nicht wass Soll es bedeuten, das ich so traurig bin.
Hilde: What's with the butt talk?
Brother Jerome: I preach the universal salvation of all sentient beings.
Hilde: Can you believe I actually moved from Germany to Seattle just so that I could be Duo's business partner?
The Dane: Dost thou think Brimstone looked o' this fashion i' the earth?
Luigi Green: *Stares at ground* Why do plants only come out of the ground?
Luigi Green: Hey, a fly! I can't eat it though.
The Dane: Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings!
Luigi Green: Nah, you should do it instead.
The Dane: That shall not be my offer, nor my asking.
uigi Green: Sorry, my little iguana brain didn't register that.
The Dane: Tears perchance for blood?
Luigi Green: Stupid air freshener. I still smell it.
The Dane: Naught but turbulent and dangerous lunacy.
The Dane: A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.
Luigi Green: I've told you! I'm not a fish!!!
The Dane: I merely show you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar.
Luigi Green: *Stares at ground* Why do plants only come out of the ground?
Luigi Green: Hey, a fly! I can't eat it though.
The Dane: Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings!
Luigi Green: Nah, you should do it instead.
The Dane: That shall not be my offer, nor my asking.
uigi Green: Sorry, my little iguana brain didn't register that.
The Dane: Tears perchance for blood?
Luigi Green: Stupid air freshener. I still smell it.
The Dane: Naught but turbulent and dangerous lunacy.
The Dane: A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.
Luigi Green: I've told you! I'm not a fish!!!
The Dane: I merely show you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar.
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