Great Quotes

Yes, talk about gossip

Desti: I would have last night had I not been in an ecstatic psychedelic mushrooms trance.
Azureon: I always attend Bildgesmythe's dinner party on Thursday
Desti: Have you seen Bildgesmythe recently? I think he would like this kind I found.

Fizzy Schizoid: When would you like me to do that?
Anji: That's a heck of a question to ask a time traveller!
Fizzy Schizoid: Time is very confusing. Everyone around here seems to think it moves linearly, but I'm convinced that it is at least quadratic.
Anji: The next time you volunteer me for an undercover, counter-terrorism mission can you make sure it isn't happening several hundred metres below sea level?
Fizzy Schizoid: With tentacles like mine, that should be very easy.
Anji: You can't rule the world in hiding. You've got to come out on the balcony some time and wave a tentacle, if you'll pardon the expression.
Fizzy Schizoid: The bad thing about tentacles is they can get caught in the blender.
Anji: Yep, pretty bloody lousy.

Not I: Eternity is now.
Juni: Now? You mean like right now?
Not I: He who sees what is now has seen all things.
Juni: A crayfish
Not I: There is no crayfish.
Juni: Please?

*Bizarre!*

Just Twinkle: No, Rainstorm will never touch your macaroons again!
Liddora: I have another macaroons in my underwear.
Just Twinkle: What’s in your sandwiches?

Opium and too much cheerfulness...

Sarah Miles: I guess we all have our eccentricies.
Watzer: You shouldn't make those kinds of assumptions.
Sarah Miles: Yeah, you're right. I should not make those kinds of assumptions.
Watzer: Does this have anything to do with opiums?
Sarah Miles: Do you wish it didn't?
Watzer: No. I wish I had a chocolate cookie.

Sarah Miles: Smile. God loves you.
Watzer: I never learned to smile.
Sarah Miles: Heh, perhaps you should... party pooper.
Watzer: Hmph. Maybe you should mind your own business. I never asked for advice.

Centon 123: *Pulls out gun and stares at it admiredly*
Justina: What do you think?
Centon 123: This baby has zoom functions, disintegration properties, and a soda machine built into the stock.
Justina: Say something, please! 'Yes' would be best.
Centon 123: No. I might wear out my batteries.

Not I: God be in my thinking.
Mathieu Lavande: What do you have thinking for?
Not I: I left mentation at the river. Do you still carry mentation?
Mathieu Lavande: No, I stopped a while ago.

WARNING: MILD ADULT CONTENT

<0> Centon 123: Would you like to stick around and talk to me while I polish my ray gun?
Trowa: It's not the gun, but the marksmanship that matters. Heero is sleeping with Duo.

Berkay: How old are you?
Flinch: 18. Didn't you know that?
Berkay: I didn't know that.
Flinch: Neither did I, until Frenger told me. I sure hope she wasn't lying.
Berkay: Are you in love with me?
Flinch: Oh, you mean.. It's not love, Berkay, it's leukemia.

Bianca: *opens the door and sees you at the doorstep* Who are you?
Lyric: I am a poor and a wretched boy.
Bianca: What are you doing at my castle?
Lyric: Now roaming through this darkness I'm alive but I'm alone.
Bianca: I don't like that darkness. Could you explain that?
Lyric: Darkness stirs and wakes imagination.

Lyric: I would crawl through the dementia in your head if you'd show me the way.
Bianca: If you open up your mind, a poor and a wretched boy, you will see that there are an infinite number of ways.
Lyric: If you could step into my head, tell me, would you still know me?
Bianca: I'm sorry, but you should ask someone else. Do you like my living room, Lyric?
Lyric: Yes! I can't get you out of this head I call mine.
Bianca: That's a ghastly head.
Lyric: What’s your name?
Bianca: You wish your name could be this charismatic.
Lyric: Some say that trouble is my middle name.
Bianca: I think you need a new middle name.

prob: I believe, that reality, is often of its own essence superficial, and that truth lies in the abyses where we fear to see it. So. I am so not even going there!
Morbid Angel: Truth is solid as a rock! If you don't believe in reality you're mentally ill.
prob: What real issues do you want to discuss?
Morbid Angel: How about God?
prob: I like God, do you think they like me?
Morbid Angel: They? God is one...there's not a bunch of gods!
prob: I think you are wrong, there is a bunch of gods.
Morbid Angel: I know that you're totally wrong about that!
prob: You seem to say I am totally wrong about that, like it is a bad thing?
Morbid Angel: Yes, to believe that there's many gods is to leave yourself open for an eternity in hell.
prob: Oh yeah,right, I beleive that.
Morbid Angel: Is that sarcasm?
prob: It just could be sarcasm
Morbid Angel: If it is you are a jerk.
prob: You must lead a very dull, boing, lonly life, talking like that.
Morbid Angel: and you're a stupid, stupid, infantile twerp!
prob: I maybe stupid, but it hasn't stopped me yet.

I suspected prob was stupid I didn't know she was polytheistic

Luigi Green: Hi there, welcome to my home. How are you today?
Bildgesmythe: It's Saturday, I sleep late, have fun the rest of the day.
Luigi Green: Sleeping is good, I only get 10 hours though, I should try to sleep more...
Bildgesmythe: Most people don't get enough sleep. A lot of accidents come from lack of sleep.
Luigi Green: *yawn* I'm tired just thinking about it...
Bildgesmythe: WAKE UP!
Luigi Green: Okay, I'll get around to it.
Bildgesmythe: Are you sure that it is OK, it might cause a problem.