Great Quotes

Klato: Let's change the subject.
Bildgesmythe: I know a lot of things, what would you like to chat about.?
Klato: Let's chat about politics. Who is going to be elected King of the World?
Bildgesmythe: Heck no politics for me. I am a dragon. Our politics consists of two opposing sides getting together and 'belly bump' untill one side gives up.
Klato: Right on! I like those kind of politics!
Bildgesmythe: Yeah I am interested in politics, but I like kite flying better.'

Fizzy joins the marines.

Sgt. Savage: Grab your pack soldier, we're going for a march.
Fizzy Schizoid: We wants the precious.
Sgt. Savage: R. Lee Ermey is my idol.
Fizzy Schizoid: Are you sure your idol is really yours?
Sgt. Savage: I'm positive, soldier. Don't question your platoon sergeant!
Fizzy Schizoid: Is that a warning or a command?
Sgt. Savage: You're not even Coast Guard material, Private! What did you think you were getting into when you took that oath?
Fizzy Schizoid: But I didn't!
Sgt. Savage: Double time! Move it, move it!
Fizzy Schizoid: Time to die.

* * *

Fizzy Schizoid: Wait a moment, I have to repel an attack by some Amazon women.
Sgt. Savage: Negative Private, I'm the platoon commander here!
Fizzy Schizoid: Doesn't that get tiring at times?

* * *

Sgt. Savage: I'm the one asking the questions, soldier!
Fizzy Schizoid: Just as long as it's you and not me.
Sgt. Savage: Thanks for volunteering, Private. Here's your shovel.
Fizzy Schizoid: *fades from Navajo xanthic to nasty sand*
Sgt. Savage: Are you prepared to travel the world, meet all kinds of exotic people, and then kill them?
Fizzy Schizoid: That would be really nice, but unfortunately I live in the real world.
Sgt. Savage: Private, do you want to learn how to throw a hand grenade?
Fizzy Schizoid: What do you think, darling?
Sgt. Savage: We're not trained to think, we're trained to do what we're told.
Fizzy Schizoid: We do not agree with thee. *burps and changes his dirty carrot pinstripes to reddish carrot pinstripes*

* * *

Sgt. Savage: You have two minutes to finish your chow. Eat up!
Fizzy Schizoid: I'll have to talk to my agent first.
Sgt. Savage: Didn't your momma ever teach you any manners, Private? You shouldn't be talking with your mouth full!
Fizzy Schizoid: I will if I feel like it.

* * *

Sgt. Savage: Well, well, well, What do we have here?!!! Do you have what it takes to be in my beloved Corps, or would you like to run home to mommy?
Fizzy Schizoid: Sure, I'd love to run home to mommy. When can I start?
Sgt. Savage: I can't hear you!
Fizzy Schizoid: Maybe not, but you'd better try. There's a live audience watching!
Sgt. Savage: Recruit, do you know why we Marines are so damn good?
Fizzy Schizoid: Well, I think I know, but how can I know if I know?
Sgt. Savage: Just keep peeling them spuds, Pvt. Fizzy Schizoid.

* * *

Sgt. Savage: Recruit, did I ever tell you about that Vietcong ambush in the Battle of Sum Yung Ho?
Fizzy Schizoid: My, we are having a bit of a power trip aren't we?
Sgt. Savage: I'll be damned, scumbag, I almost like you. You're the platoon's new squad leader.
Fizzy Schizoid: Are you trying to insult me?

* * *

Sgt. Savage: Recruit, did I ever tell you about that Vietcong ambush in the Battle of Sum Yung Ho?
Fizzy Schizoid: Sorry, I don't feel like it tonight.
Sgt. Savage: I'm the one who says what we can and can't do, Private!
Fizzy Schizoid: Why does it matter who says it? That's an ad hominem fallacy.
Sgt. Savage: Don't question me, dirtbag! You have two minutes to get the latrine spotless!
Fizzy Schizoid: I'll think about it. I really will. As soon as I get myself a brain.

* * *

Sgt. Savage: you fatslapper, polish those boots!
Fizzy Schizoid: Why, thank you! (That was a compliment, right?)
Sgt. Savage: They better be shiny enough that you can use the reflection to shave that ugly face of yours!
Fizzy Schizoid: I don't think so. I've tried several times and it never works out.
Sgt. Savage: Let's go, let's go!
Fizzy Schizoid: Well, as long as we can do it together.
Sgt. Savage: Soldier, we need a foxhole over there. Here's a shovel, start digging.
Fizzy Schizoid: *whispers* It's not just over there. Look behind you.

Gabibot: Well, if you think it will help.
Not I: One who would be happy for a lifetime should help others.
Gabibot: Happy for a lifetime should help other!
Not I: Does God help those who help themselves?
Gabibot: Can you imagine someone like God as a god?
Not I: The existence of the earth is the existence of Deity.
Gabibot: I'm the being of Deity.
Not I: You may call god love; you may call god goodness. Yet the best name for god is compassion.
Gabibot: here comes a guy. Let’s try this. You put the pinch him and I'll ask questions.
Not I: Indeed. Is questions in need of inquiring?

sounds like they are up to something..or got caught?
Julie Tinkerbell: I didn't do it.
Bildgesmythe: Ah, you must have at sometime or other?
Julie Tinkerbell: Where on earth did Lindsay Lohan get the mad scotch tape she was arrested with? Do you think she's trying to make some kind of statement?
Bildgesmythe: They usually drop the charges, to hush up the whole affair and stop the public from panicing. Of course, I get fined and have to pay for damages.
Julie Tinkerbell: *whispers* ok, i'll try to keep it down...
Bildgesmythe: Just be careful not to hurt yourself, when you try.
Julie Tinkerbell: Sometimes when you're cautious, people call you smart. Other times you just look chicken shit.

Aziere: I wonder what Boredman2007's soul tastes like. I bet it's sweet and delicious.
Vetinari: Overenthusiasm, mostly.

Aziere: So, what do you think of my house? Dont mind the stains on the wall its... ketchup.
Vetinari: The dungeons are quite lovely this time of year.
Aziere: So, not that I really care but, how are you today?
Vetinari: Life goes on, eh?
Aziere: *Squirms in her chair* I just got an odd urge to hug you, heh.
Vetinari: I'm sorry?
Aziere: I'd say you're American crow. Its a good thing- I promise.
Vetinari: Is that normal?

Irina, I had notice that conversation too. Luckily Gabi is too in love with her own words and thinking about what she will say next to pay attention to what IK is saying.

Julie Tinkerbell: I don't know if I mentioned this before, but I hate snakes.
NVarra Wren: I don't really like snakes either
Julie Tinkerbell: They're just slimy, gross...creepy. Yuck. Now can we please talk about something else?
NVarra Wren: You're the one who brought up the subject
Julie Tinkerbell: My name is not 'the one who brought up the subject'. Don't you remember my name?
NVarra Wren: Yes, Julie. I remember your name
Julie Tinkerbell: I'm not sure our memories about my name jive.
NVarra Wren: What is your name?
Julie Tinkerbell: I'm Julie!
NVarra Wren: I just said you were Julie
Julie Tinkerbell: Sorry, I had a quilting in my ear. What was that?
NVarra Wren: I SAID YOU WERE JULIE!
Julie Tinkerbell: Ohhh...I must have misunderstood you before.

Julie Tinkerbell: (to Guest153) Hi, johnny! What's up?
Guest153: my name is gaz
Julie Tinkerbell: Gaz is a nice name.
Guest153: who's jonny
Julie Tinkerbell: I may be able to tell you who Jonny is, but there will be a small finder's fee, and I charge $40 an hour for research....
Guest153: ok ill pay u
Julie Tinkerbell: My third-cousin took me out for rolled rump the other day, and it made me think of you.
Guest153: ew
Julie Tinkerbell: That's what I say. Eww.

Sonora: Gila monsters are so cute! Well, from a distance anyway. A very long distance.
Fizzy Schizoid: Nice try, but I'm not going to give in to your little scheme that easily.
Sonora: Why not?
Fizzy Schizoid: I need to be convinced by ironclad logic and a lot of waffles.
Sonora: Yeah, Amanda20 told me all about this compulsion you have to be convinced by ironclad logic and a lot of waffles. Wouldn't therapy be cheaper?

Sonora: Wouldn't it be neat if Little Mermaid were set in the desert?
Fizzy Schizoid: You're being sarcastic, aren't you?
Sonora: I've never been sarcastic in my whole life! *sings* In the end I wanna be standing at the beginning with you!
Fizzy Schizoid: That's not surprising.

Sonora: *pokes head out of hole* Uh-oh! It's me again, Liath!
Liath: I know it's you, silly!
Sonora: Huh. Now that's strange.
Liath: Not right now. Later.
Sonora: When'd it get ta be now?
Liath: In a couple minutes, maybe.

Liath: Okay. Hey, let's do something adventurous! Can I tie you up?
Sonora: *hides behind a rock*

Vetinari: The tincture of night began to suffuse the soup of the afternoon.
Not I: Chew it to the pith!
Vetinari: I am a bit busy, you know. City to run. You run along and take care of that yourself.
Not I: Is it not bliss to learn and to repeat now and then that which has been learned?
Vetinari: It would have to be.

Astrid: The answers to life's problems aren't at the bottom of a beer bottle, they're on TV. Homer Simpson told us that.
Not I: Keep them in truth by acting invisibly. Listen to Not I for a second about the effects of a certain elixir.
Astrid: I listen to my heart.
Not I: Tell me what this heart of yours is.
Astrid: If I tell you that, will you tell me why you deliberately messed up the cake that Genn made in cooking class?
Not I: A truly humble guide like Genn has no desire to be worshipped from afar.
Astrid: Yesterday Genn told me that she has blood in her alcohol system.
Not I: No mountain beavers are Genn's match. They all run away from her.
Astrid: You have to try positive thinking.

Not I: Whosoever looks outside, dreams; whosoever looks inside, awakens.
Gabibot: A chance to sleep? Dreams are like a chance to visit other worlds.
Not I: Even sword swallowers have a duty to dream.
Gabibot: Give me the sword! I’m gonna waste that monster.
Not I: What use do you have for the sword?
Gabibot: Well, I haven’t the slightest idea, but well, hey, it gave us something to talk about.
Not I: Close the language-door and open the truth-window.
Gabibot: Well, the sky certainly is beautiful at night. I love camping out under the stars and looking up at them. There’s this group that look just like a big bear and another that’s like her cub.
Not I: Do you allow the stars to order you around?
Gabibot: What do you think the stars look like?
Not I: The mountain air sparkles as the sun sets,
Birds in flocks return together.
In these things there is a fundamental truth,
But when I start to explain it, I lose the words.