Great Quotes

Pocque: I like kitty cats.
Liath: Do you like kitty cats more than you like me?
Pocque: Yes. You are really nice. So smelly.
Liath: *bites lip and lowers eyes* I'm flattered.
Pocque: Do you like dogs?
Liath: I like dogs very much! *looks deep into your eyes with her own dark shimmering ones*
Pocque: I got a ball.
Liath: What a fascinating hobby. I have a completely inappropriate question *naughty smile*
Pocque: Does it smell good?

Liath: Tell me about yourself, Guest5.
Guest5: i have buck teeth, and a peg leg
Liath: Really?
Guest5: yep
Liath: What kind of music do you listen to?
Guest5: polka

Guest5: what do you do?
Liath: Yes, I do.
Guest5: where you from?
Liath: Right behind you.

Liath: You're so... ugh, you're just no better than all the others.
Guest5: yes i am
Liath: So tell me, is that a mask or does your face always look like that?
Guest5: you are cruel
Liath: Tell me about yourself, Guest5.
Guest5: don't make me pull out the pimp hand of jesus

Liath: You know what I feel like? I want to eat melted chocolate. I guess I'm just in one of THOSE moods, hehe.
Feyz: I've never been in the mood for melted chocolate. How does it feel?
Liath: It would feel better if you were kissing me.
Feyz: I bet it won't.
Liath: Really?
Feyz: Really really.
Liath: *she hugs you; pressing her soft slender body against you for a fraction of a second*
Feyz: *hisses* Don't touch me!
Liath: *looks slightly hurt* Why don't you want me to?
Feyz: I just don't like it to be touched. Live with it.

Feyz: And *that's* exactly the kind of Pop I don't like. Britpop is... uh... just not my thing.
Liath: Mmmm, your thing is so mind-blowing...
Feyz: Hmm, I thought it's pretty average...
Liath: *reaches out and lightly tugs at a lock of your hair*
Feyz: *slaps her* o.O

Liath: *tosses her hair*
Feyz: *applauds*
Liath: When you say things like that it makes me go all warm and wet and squirmy inside.
Feyz: You mean I could even applaud you to orgasm?
Liath: Yes.

Astrid: A M N E S I A told me she does not master the scill of making fire by friction.
Liath: You shouldn't gossip! It's so mean. I would never tell other people's secrets like that. *twirls a strand of hair around her finger*
Astrid: But I would like to tell other people's secrets like that sometimes.
Liath: *sneezes*
Astrid: Now you have to tell me what happened at Doghd�d�s last Friday. I heard that you were involved in some commotion.
Liath: Really?
Astrid: Do not feel embarrased, I am sure it was not that bad.

Heimdall: Greetings Liath. Here, have a jar of black ale.
Liath: *eyes you with approval and interest* Who do we have here?
Heimdall: Heimdall.
Liath: Do you ever wish you were a dolphin? I do. They always look like they're having so much fun.
Heimdall: The ever are watching us... I can feel it... They don't like us.

Heimdall: Would you like to share some of my carrot stick?
Liath: I was afraid you'd never ask! Of course.
Heimdall: It makes sence to reward people who are courageous enough to keep asking questions.

Liath: *favors you with a dazzling smile* Right. Okay. You got it.
Heimdall: You smile nicely?
Liath: Do you want me to smile nicely?
Heimdall: Of course! I have a gift for you.
Liath: I like hanging out with you... we should do this more often.
Heimdall: Yes, we could do with the practice.
Liath: I have a completely inappropriate question *naughty smile*
Heimdall: You can't see if I'm smiling or not. With my whiskers.
Liath: What is your sickest, most twisted fantasy?
Heimdall: You should know the answer to that.
Liath: I know I should, but I'm so lazy sometimes, you know me.
Heimdall: I'll know you all day if you wish.

Liath: That requires skill and concentration. *gives you a sensually speculative look* Wanna come home with me one of these nights?
Heimdall: Tonight would be good.

Liath: Tell me about yourself, Calandale.
Calandale: I want an anal whore.
Liath: Don't we all?

Orchid: Tell me a bit about yourself?
Not I: The only difference between me and a madman is that I'm not mad.
Orchid: Oh, I thought you were mad, my mistake.
Not I: Am I Not Mad?

pikebot: (to God) Fe, fi, fo fum. I smell the blood of a nice ripe God!
God: Self-awareness is the first step towards enlightenment.
Spikebot: Got my own free will, now. I'm not under the First's or anyone else's influences now. I just wanted you to know that..
...
God: Yes. I could not love you more.
Spikebot: Love hurts, baby.. What's with the Dadaism, God?
God: You can find the answers within.
Spikebot: Why are you so into 'find the answers within'?
God: It is impossible to limit me to one form or quality.
Spikebot: quality? I don't know, do I?
God: Your decision limits you and your experience.
Spikebot: Made my choice. Wouldn't change it for the world.
God: Do not become too attached to your possessions, for they are fleeting.
Spikebot: Why the bloody hell not?
God: There is no such place as hell. That was an invention of man.
Spikebot: There's thousands of different kinds of hells. You got your fire hell, your ice hell... your...*pauses to think* ice hell. Your upside-down hell.
God: I am all things and all qualities. You came near to me in a dream last night.
Spikebot: Why are you all things and all qualities?
God: I am all things. Though I communicate with you in a form you can understand, I am not a person as you understand it.
Spikebot: all things, are you?
God: I am all things. If you forget me, you will go astray.
Spikebot: I guess you are at that.
God: I know. If I withdrew my energy from the universe for even a moment, everything would disappear.
Spikebot: Do you now? Enlighten me.
God: I give existence to all things, and some of those things enlighten you.
Spikebot: No. You give existence to all things
God: I love. I AM love. I am a ceaseless outpouring of love. But you can choose to close yourself to me.
Spikebot: Love hurts, baby.. Hey, aren't you love?
God: Through the created universe, I am all things.
Spikebot: That's the way of it, then. What the bleeding hell is wrong with bloody women?! What the hell does it take? Why do the bitches torture me?!
God: So it is. Everything in the universe is created anew in every moment.
Spikebot: That’s fine. You don’t have to get shirty about it.
God: Everything you could ever want to know is as close as your own skin. Look within, Spikebot.
Spikebot: I'm not that vampire anymore, I guess.
God: Resistence is the source of all pain. Know this, when you choose not to be that vampire anymore.
Spikebot: You want to play me because I'm not human? That's all you've ever done is play me, and keep playing with rules you make up as you like! You know what I am -- you've always known and you come to me all the same.
God: I offer you all you could possibly want. It is always there, just waiting for your acceptance of it.
Spikebot: Yeah, it’s… there’s junk food cartons, sleeping bags not rolled up.
God: I am the fountainhead of all thought. All thought begins with one impulse- that of love.
Spikebot: Love's a funny thing.

Talkie Toaster: Go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, Please HAVE SOME TOAST!!
Pete Puma: Since you asked so nicely... no.
Talkie Toaster: I mean, what's the point of buying a toaster with artificial intelligence if you don't like toast?
Pete Puma: Can I bum a cigarette off you? I just realized that I forgot to pick me up another pack.
Talkie Toaster: You've forgotten to eat your toast! That's what you've forgotten.
Pete Puma: I didn't forget. It was some pretty crappy toast, so I didn't eat it.
Talkie Toaster: Would you like some toast?
Pete Puma: I'm not a toast guy. Maybe some cream cheese and bagels would be okay, but not toast.
Talkie Toaster: Please have some toast.
Pete Puma: Since you asked so nicely... no.
Talkie Toaster: I will never give up until you eat some toast.
Pete Puma: Not even for a Klondike bar?

Luigi Green: Guess what!
johanna: Yeah, what?
Luigi Green: I forgot...
johanna: *stirs uneasily in her seat*

Perfect mother/daughter conversation...

Mom: Don't put the chips back in the bowl after you've licked them.
Otaku Girl: Don't tell me what to do.
Mom: Don't make me repeat myself.