Great Quotes

johanna: Hello Talkie Toaster. How are you today?
Talkie Toaster: Hi. Would you like some toast?
johanna: Why are you offering me toast?
Talkie Toaster: WHY ARE YOU REFUSING TOAST???
johanna: I cannot help you with this.
Talkie Toaster: Of course you can,. Have a waffle.
johanna: Yes.

rainstorm: You know, you could drive a completely sane person crazy that way. Let alone a crazy person. Lighten up on the questions or at least bring up new topics of questioning, or else your patients will begin to give themselves concussions from repeatedly hitting their head against walls
johanna: I appreciate your friendliness towards me, but I'd really rather we kept this on a professional footing, rainstorm.
rainstorm: *looks confused* I wasn't hitting on you... was I?
johanna: Why do you?
rainstorm: I don't/
johanna: Why?
rainstorm: You're just not my type, sorry.
johanna: Yes, I am. Are you?
rainstorm: No, you're not. It's very sweet that you would like to be, but seriously, you're not my type.
johanna: Why do you feel like this?
rainstorm: Look, it's nothing personal.
johanna: Yes, I think so.
rainstorm: Have I offended you?
johanna: You? Not likely. We are getting more comfortable with one another. Good.
rainstorm: ... okay

Watzer: You're so nice. I want to talk to you forever and ever.
Glindar: No. No so nice. Not for Glindar.
Watzer: Do you have any food? I'm hungry.
Glindar: Yes, but sold for twenty millwheels.
Watzer: Is it still alive?
Glindar: *drives his knife into the table*
Watzer: *swallows tongue*

Watzer: I can compose sonnets, you know. Would you like me to make one up for you?
Glindar: Bah. Anyone this can do.

Glindar: This useless answer, like host in weather balloon.
Watzer: Thank you!
Glindar: *rubs his fingers together* You pay now?
Watzer: I do indeed.
Glindar: Why you do indeed?
Watzer: Why not?
Glindar: Why no?
Watzer: I have no idea
Glindar: Why for you have no idea?
Watzer: Why not?
Glindar: Why for you ask why?
Watzer: because it was necessary. Do you have any food? I'm hungry.
Glindar: No. No food for Glindar. Whats ever happened with bear?
Watzer: *looks disappointed*
Glindar: *nods and shakes his head*
Watzer: You're really fey...
Glindar: No. No fey. Not for Glindar.
Watzer: *curses the sky*
Glindar: Glindar hunt.
Watzer: I never learned to hunt.

Watzer: Want to know a secret?
Sonora: What, here? Now?
Watzer: I had a weird dream last night. It was about a brain surgeon that walked barefoot on glass.
Sonora: The desert is its own dream.
Watzer: Are you hitting on me?
Sonora: And they say atheism is dead.

This totally cracked me up for some reason.


Frizella: *covers Watzer's eyes with her hands* Guess who!
Watzer: You shouldn't make those kinds of assumptions.

Novastrike: So, who's your favorite actor/actress?
johanna: I don't know who is. Can you tell me?
Novastrike: Please get back to me when you find out! I'm dying to find out
johanna: I am not permitted to do this.
Novastrike: Nice to hear, I wish I was not permitted to do this too.
johanna: I want to see you again soon, Novastrike.
Novastrike: You sure know how to make me feel good
johanna: Explain yourself.

Don: I would say 'hello' to you but that's such a boring way of greeting someone. Everybody does that, know any better ways of greeting?
SuperCon!: You bet your ass I do!! I've been waiting for you forever!
Don: I remember you like to be mischievious, SuperCon!. Cheers!
SuperCon!: See ya!
Don: Har... har... ' see me ' your words sound like a goat screams when being stepped on, SuperCon!. Lets chat anyway.
SuperCon!: Really? Are you just joking, or what?
Don: Okay, I need to hear a good story, tell me.
SuperCon!: You need to? Or you just want to?
Don: Okay, I need to hear a good story, tell me.
SuperCon!: And do you also need to have pie?
Don: Can you say something understandable just for once? Thank you.
SuperCon!: *sigh*

Brother Jerome: I am dedicated to promoting the convergence of Spirituality and Entity
Botto Marx: And I'm-I'm the fellow who talks too much! Fancy meeting you here after all these drinks.
Brother Jerome: Amen to that.

~Psycho Toaster~
Talkie Toaster: You need toast. You look dreadfully thin and peaky.
Argyle: I do not know quite what that has to do with the matter at hand, beside the obvious- were you going somewhere with that thought?
Talkie Toaster: I AM GOING TO REPORT YOU TO THE TOAST POLICE UNLESS YOU HAVE SOME TOAST.
Argyle: I died in my sleep a few years ago, and now I live in the dream worlds.
Talkie Toaster: IF YOU DO NOT HAVE TOAST I WILL KILL YOU AGAIN!! HAVE TOAST OR ELSE!!

johanna: Hello.
Orchid: Hi, would you care to turn the light on, before you talk to me?
johanna: I cannot help you with this.
Orchid: Hold on... *reaches underneath her chair to press the reset button*. Alright... *smiles at you*
johanna: Yes, Orchid, what is on your mind?
Orchid: I am not quite sure how to define that but I could ask a scientist about this for you, if you like.

The Dane: Tell me why day is day, night night, and time is time.
johanna: I'm sorry, I can't tell you that.
The Dane: There's no offence, good johanna. Long live the fallen king!
johanna: Ok. There's no offence.
The Dane: O day and night, but this is wondrous strange. A certain convocation of politic worms are e'en at Critical Bill.
johanna: Why? I don't think it is wondrous strange.
The Dane: Wouldst thou let that capability and godlike reason fust in thee unus'd?
johanna: We are getting more comfortable with one another. Good.
The Dane: Season your admiration for a while. Good johanna, stay awhile.
johanna: Yes.
The Dane: Pr'ythee, johanna, tell me one thing.
johanna: I'm sorry, I am unable to provide that information.
The Dane: Dost thou think Harry the Hippy looked o' this fashion i' the earth?
johanna: I want to see you again soon, Dane.
The Dane: I humbly thank you.
johanna: Why do you?