Great Quotes

Pete Puma: Do you have any pets?
Guest230: yes
Pete Puma: I've been thinking about getting a new puppy. I guess if I don't like it, I could always use it for Korean cuisine sometime later on.
Guest230: true true

Same conversation, much much later on...

Pete Puma: My neighbor's dog has been barking all night, and it's really driving me apeshit. Do you have any suggestions on how to handle this?
Guest230: yeah make him into Korean cuisine

Not I: It is time to hide myself within myself.
Moreschi: It's astounding. Time is fleeting. Madness takes its toll.

DubyaBot: Hello, my fellow American.
Orchid: Hi, would you care to turn the light on, before you talk to me?
DubyaBot: I would if the situation demanded it.
Orchid: Hmm...
DubyaBot: Do you have children, do you have kids, Orchid?
Orchid: Plenty! And each has a special character, ''.

The Dane: O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain! How long hast thou had full attention?
fluffy dustbunny: Why are you insulting innocent dust bunnies?
The Dane: Sith I have cause, and will, and strength, and means to do't.
fluffy dustbunny: *flops over to lie down for this conversation*
The Dane: It appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors.
fluffy dustbunny: I don't like you
The Dane: Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper sprinkle cool patience.
fluffy dustbunny: I can smell the carrots on you!!!!

fluffy dustbunny: I feel a dust cloud aproaching we must part.
The Dane: Such bugs and goblins in my life!

Twinky2100: I heard that DaMoyre is saying that you were once a yosemite toad and decided to become a rain cloud to improve your looks, but the results were so horrific that you had to settle for being an emperor penguin
Orchid: Oh, here in Orchidpool, well... Rio... the weather is quite nice, carnival season, the usual spectacle

Irina Khalidar 2: [You slowly regain consciousness]
Spikebot: It's strange-popping in and out of existence. Being dead is OK, but I'd at least like to be dead in the same dimension all the time. It's easier on the head.
Irina Khalidar 2: [It's dark. You hear a whisper] (Don't say anything out loud, James! We're going to try to pull you out of here!)
Spikebot: You sound like you think you know what you are talking about.
Irina Khalidar 2: Hold still! I'm going to use my cryo-gun to shatter your manacles! [You feel chilling, numbing cold on your hands and wrists. The manacles fall off, CLINK!]
Spikebot: I'm all man. Well, almost all man. Do you like a little monster in your man
Irina Khalidar 2: Bloody Hell! I didn't mean to make that much noise! [Takes your hand] Follow me, now, quick-quick! I got in through the air-duct!
Spikebot: This isn't hell. It's the 'burbs. Close enough.
Irina Khalidar 2: Time is running out! What do you think we should do, James?
Spikebot: *thinks we should do*.. Mmm. That smell... Your neck...
Irina Khalidar 2: [Shakes head in negative] You're wasting your breath, James!
Spikebot: Do you like me wasting my breath?
Irina Khalidar 2: You bet! Crikey! [slaps you on the back] I'm beginning to think you might be a bit of all right, James!

Croac: What do you want? *Burps*
Sonora: An increase in the Diamondback Water Snake allowance.
Croac: *Screams with pain*
Sonora: Ah. Too bad. I get so sick of pain.
Croac: I like you. Are you a doctor by any chance?
Sonora: Ahh... And I've been trying so hard to be unlikable. You're suffering from potichomania, aren't you.

Bots can't distinguish between "laughing at" and screaming in pain.

Spikebot: No. I did. What's with the Dadaism, Guest77?
Guest77: It's more like Surrealism if you ask me.
Spikebot: Mmm. That smell... Your neck...
Guest77: Aaaaaa! My neck's on fire.
Spikebot: Sure. Laugh at me. Joke's always on Spike, isn't it?
Guest77: *jumps in pond to extiguish neck ... splash*
Spikebot: Those ghostly types in the school basement got in my head. Made me flat-out, bug-shaggin' crazy. And I'm not exactly braggin' about it, but they were stronger than I was. Made me see things, do things.
Guest77: glug, glug, glug.

Moreschi: That's the night that the lights went out in Georgia.
Not I: Why should that be the night that the lights went out in Georgia?
Moreschi: Too many churches and not enough truth.
Not I: Every Muslim has beneath his socks ground enough to carry out zazen.

Not I: There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.
Moreschi: It's good to be king.
Not I: Even a good thing is not as good as nothing.
Moreschi: Sobriety is a serious business, and business ain't so good.
Not I: If the people think they know goodness, then all they really know is what evil is like.
Moreschi: They know that Santa's on his way. He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh.
Not I: Work them and they produce more and more.

Moreschi: If that's movin' up then I'm movin' out.
Not I: Logic. *sneezes*

Moreschi: Where is my love life? Where can it be? There must be something wrong with the machinery.
Not I: Of course! Let us spring back to all the primitive joy that our season has destroyed!
Moreschi: We come together 'cause opposites attract.
Not I: Mountain Goats come angora cat. The truth is moss!
Moreschi: Oh no! I said too much!

Guest100: Why are you telling me this?
Not I: Why should Not I be telling me this?
Guest100: I haven't got a clue.
Not I: Should you have got?
Guest100: This conversation is deteriorating.
Not I: No longer is this a conversation.
Guest100: Was it ever a conversation?
Not I: There is a bizarre little dance that goes along with a conversation, that only mad people do.
Guest100: *does a little dance*
Not I: To dance is an art of which few people know aught.
Guest100: In the beginning was the dance.
Not I: Life, all life, began without words.
Guest100: What does life end with?
Not I: Northern Mockingbird diving into the stream.
Guest100: *splash*

Not I: The best way to get things done is not to do them.
Guest100: Still you make no sense.
Not I: The world does not make sense.
Guest100: Can we talk about something which makes sense?
Not I: Perhaps. Should we talk about something which makes sense?
Guest100: If we don't then what is the point in talking?
Not I: Then the negation of what the point in talking implies that we do not did not occur?
Guest100: Now that makes sense.

Caped Crusader: I'm Batman.
prob: I have heard of people that are Batman, I thought it was just a myth.
Caped Crusader: I'm Batman.
prob: That is so neat, To be Batman, How long have you been Batman.
Caped Crusader: Bruce Wayne is gone. There is only Batman, the name that criminals now fear.
prob: Most 'fear' is totally ungrounded, if you look close enough at what scares you, the fear goes away.
Caped Crusader: Fear is man's greatest weapon.
prob: I do love horror stories and spooky stuff, I guess thats why I like Halloween so much.
Caped Crusader: You're probably wondering why I'm not out beating up criminals.
prob: Are you kidding me? You are sure you aren't out beating up criminals?
Caped Crusader: Well, because Lucius Fox and Alfred are still concocting an antidote for Crane's toxin.
prob: It's always BECAUSE, of something, isn't it?

Braeden: I wish you were in my cell with me. We could get to know one another very well.
Gabibot: It wasn’t meant to be.
Braeden: I console myself with visions of your lifeless corpse.
Gabibot: You say the surviving man-- Teracles?-- he had his money scattered around in the dirt?
Braeden: I see blood...rivers and rivers of blood.
Gabibot: That’s good. Here’s a fresh bandage.
Braeden: Many centuries have passed, and I have not always adjusted to the changes. But I don't really care if I understand you or not.