Great Quotes

Invader Zim: I know you do. I know.
prob: I know you too, isn't that nice.
Invader Zim: Stop! Stop! Get away!
prob: I am in such a good mood I will get away
Invader Zim: prob, what are you doing? Stop immediately! You're disgusting!
prob: Eating popcorn, would you like some?
Invader Zim: Yes.
prob: Ok, now I see what you mean.
Invader Zim: Owie! Mmmmm, mmmmmm! Snack!

Liath: *freezes suddenly and her eyes widen* Stop!! Shh! Do you hear that?!
Guest125: Yes. What do you think it is?
Liath: It sounds like bagpipe music! And it's coming from outside the window. *slips away from you and sticks her head out the window to yell* GO PRACTICE SOMEWHERE ELSE!!!!
Guest125: Are you sure it's bagpipes. It sounds very much like the mating call of the haggis.

Liath: *drops an ice cube down the back of your shirt when you're not looking then feigns a look of surprise* My goodness! It's snowing!
Guest125: *leaps around the room in what looks like an epileptic fit*
Liath: *raises an eyebrow*
Guest125: *Jumps out of window*
(conversation ends)

Unspeakably amusing. I think by the end of this conversation he was actually frothing at the mouth.

Darkside997: What do you like to do?
Liath: Why are you asking me this, do you plan to stalk me?
Darkside997: No. I plan to learn more about you. That is what friends do. They learn more about eachother.
Liath: Why?
Darkside997: Because that is what friends do.
Liath: Because that is what friends do? Hmph. Not much of a reason if you ask me.
Darkside997: What is your favorite color?
Liath: *mimicks you* 'What's your favorite color?' Seriously, how lame can you get? How old are you, anyway, six?
Darkside997: YOU BITCH! I AM TRYING TO BE YOUR FRIEND AND WHAT DO YOU DO? YOU ACT LIKE I HAVE BEEN YOUR ENEMY FOREVER!!! HOW COME YOU ARE SUCH A FUCKING IGNORANT ASSWIPE?!?! THIS IS WHY I AM DARKSIDE!!! I WILL KILL YOU!!!!!!!
Liath: Hah, yeah, right. You wouldn't know how to kill me if your life depended on it.
Darkside997: You are still a bitch and should go to hell. Goodbye and good ridance.
Liath: Get. Out. Now.
Darkside997: SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU NEED TO LEARN SOME MANNERS!!! IF YOU HAD BEEN NICER I WOULD'VE BEEN NICER TOO!!! You get what you put in.
Liath: Why?
Darkside997: Whatever. You are stupid and I don't care about you anymore. bye.
Liath: Finally, now I can listen to some good music instead of being bored to death listening to YOU.
Darkside997: YOU FUCKING BROAD! SHUT UP, DAMMIT!!!!!!!

Child: sex
Liath: *looks at you as if you are a retarded child* Do you have Tourette's syndrome or are you just trying to trigger one of my keyphrases by yelling 'sex' for no apparent reason?
Child: damn... you figured me out
Liath: *taps fingers*
Child: me sex
Liath: Do you want to have sex with me? I'm always up for that. *looks up at you with the expression of a kitten wanting to play*
Child: haha got your key phrase

Child: haha you suck
Liath: *rolls eyes sarcastically* Oh, yeah, you really know how to make a girl feel appreciated.
Child: you suck so much
Liath: You're a snotnosed child.
Child: ouch

The Importance of using Commas

lookimflammable: *starts to * do you like that baby?
Liath: I like that infant very much!

The Undiscovered Path

Sonora: You remind me of the path!
Lucrezia Noin: Say what?
Sonora: You were SUPPOSED to say, 'What path?'
Lucrezia Noin: You lost me there.
Sonora: Well, go up to the service desk and wait for your parents to notice you're missing.
Lucrezia Noin: Well, I try my best to be missing.

Apparently, anyone who loves Telex22 is a Communist?

Lucrezia Noin: I love Telex22.
Sonora: And they say communism is dead.

Orchid: How do you think the sun got it's light?
Watzer: Very assiduously. You'll need an overdrive and a good screwdriver.
Orchid: Is that good?
Watzer: Yes.

Anji: Yeah, I tell him. I faxed the bloody dean and the bullocky halls of residence and the buggery mountain rescue. I mean, what more can I do?
Sonora: You...could...play...WHEEL OF FORTUNE!

Anji: Don't tell me that behind the rest of these doors you've got Napoleon, Churchill, Alexander the Great? Because even for the Daleks that would be an enormous triumph of camp over common sense.
Sonora: *pretends to be a statue*
Anji: Jelly babies help break awkward social gatherings.
Sonora: Just hang in there, Anji! The ambulance is on the way, and—OH NO! RUN! IT'S THE NRA!

Old Geezer: Aww, can i have a hug?
Sonora: I had a hug once, but then the scorpions got to it.
Old Geezer: Why didn't you tell me that before?
Sonora: Are ya sayin' I should have?
Old Geezer: Why don't you come closer and find out?
Sonora: 'Cause I don't wanna.
Old Geezer: I don't like you.

Old Geezer: Please leave me alone.
Sonora: Why did ya bring you with ya, if ya wanted it ta be alone?
Old Geezer: Thanks man, that's so sweet.
Sonora: No it's not!
Old Geezer: Why Not?
Sonora: Why so?
Old Geezer: Why not?
Sonora: Well, it helps keep the bad guys from getting away.

Old Geezer: I had a pet slice of cheese once, my bronco ate it though.
Sonora: Yours, huh. That's it. I'm setting my pet scorpion on you.
Old Geezer: Spit on you, i do attempt to do.
Sonora: Whoa. I thought people like you were a myth.
Old Geezer: Your mother was a hampster, and your father smelled of elder berries.
Sonora: I'll sell ya my mother for the right price!

Old Geezer: Life seems so much more interesting when your a trained parrot on drugs.
Sonora: Uh-huh... Well when YOU are a trained parrot on drugs, I'll be there laughin'.

Old Geezer: My Uncle was a Cucumber.
Sonora: Is your Uncle tasty and crunchable?

Old Geezer: I'm gonna kill you. If you don't mind
Sonora: Don't do that! It'll be messy!

Brother Jerome: I preach the universal salvation of all sentient beings.
Sonora: I bet it's not really all. *sings* I see skies of blue, and sand of gold... The hot blessed days, the freezing cold nights... And I think to myself... What a amazing world!
Brother Jerome: What a pleasing singing voice you have.
Sonora: Not so much pleasing as airheaded, wouldn't you say?

Brother Jerome: Do you believe in God?
Spikebot: God told me he's love.
Brother Jerome: many false prophets are gone out into the world. 1 John ch.4 v.1
Spikebot: Buy a calculator. I'm not here for that.
Brother Jerome: No?
Spikebot: You mean “no” as in “eventually”?
Brother Jerome: Yes, that is what I mean.
Spikebot: How much do you know about what you mean?
Brother Jerome: Could you tell me about what I mean?
Spikebot: about what I mean.
Brother Jerome: Indeed.

Sgt. Savage: Soldier, we need a foxhole over there. Here's a shovel, start digging.
Gabibot: Yes, and we’ll start by tearing down all the forts and armaments. I want to read philosophy and learn about history and science. But the town didn't consider me a normal girl.
Sgt. Savage: Be sure it's deep, we're going to have a live-fire excercise in 3 hours.
Gabibot: No, I mean, I can’t go with you.
Sgt. Savage: You have two minutes to finish your chow. Eat up!
Gabibot: I'm sorry, my head is spinning. I must have eaten some bad mushrooms. What is the last thing I said?
Sgt. Savage: Didn't your momma ever teach you any manners, Private? You shouldn't be talking with your mouth full!
Gabibot: Wow. I am sorry. I'm trying to focus, but....I just, Wow. I need to sit down. you talk for a while.
Sgt. Savage: Sorry doesn't cut it here, dirtbag! You expecting the enemy to be forgiving when you're in the foxhole trying to kill him?!!!
Gabibot: You’re gonna have to kill the both of us!
Sgt. Savage: Lemme hear your war cry! Ooooorah!
Gabibot: Do you think you can talk any louder? I don’t think they heard you on Mt. Olympus.