Great Quotes

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.

Guest90: what happens when you substitute sex with food?Then you cant get int your own pants
Bildgesmythe: Dragons don't wear clothes, OMG.... that means Im naked!
Guest90: thats convienient
Bildgesmythe: Do you think any one else thinks it is convenient
Guest90: perhaps people who hate picking out what clothes the want to wear in the morning , or when you have to go to the bathroom really badly

Lyric: There's gonna be no dancing when they get home.
Guest28: I dance the night away.
Lyric: But baby, you can't dance if there's no floor.
Guest28: I get that sinking feeling.
Lyric: I wonder where all the porn stars go, 'cause when you need one, they are never around.
Guest28: I haven't gone anywhere.

cjones: Moreschi is a mystery wrapped in an enigma covered in flying hurricane kicks of death
Lyric: And I bet he's not a real punk boy.

Lyric: (to Dogh'd) Just tell me why you're here and who you are
Dogh'd: I'm more the listening type. Why dont you tell me why you are here and who you are?
Lyric: Sit and think of all the dollars and the cents, and your blue blood- you'll see it all makes perfect sense.

Lyric: I miss the colors of the world.
Dogh'd: Sounds like you need another drink.
Lyric: And I will say thanks if you're pouring my drinks.
Dogh'd: I bet you will. What's new with you, Lyric?