Great Quotes
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Dangerous salad:
Lisal: How are you
Vetinari: A little light-headed. The pivotal role of your salad in the city's history is ripe for fresh...analysis.
Tea with dogs:
Vetinari: Give me your dog.
Lisal: Barracuda would eat squirrels if she could manage to catch them.
Vetinari: No doubt when she next takes tea with the Duchess of Quirm and Neshal Sput, she will be entirely unmoved and not faintly smug in any way.
Not Quite Adult
Pete Puma: How many beers do you think it would take before you'd be willing to make sweet love to Rosanne Barr?
Vetinari: How many beers are available?
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uildenstern: Who's there? Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself.
prob: Why, it's just me Prob the Elf.
Guildenstern: To be, or not to be: that is the question: whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing end them?
prob: *sings* I have two arms to embrace the world, if my heart will bid me so.
Guildenstern: To die: to sleep; no more; and by a sleep to say we end the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation devoutly to be wish'd.
prob: The gift of the One to Men is bitter to receive. In sorrow we must go, but not in dispare.
Guildenstern: He killed the noble Mudjokivis. Of the skin he made him mittens, Made them with the fur side inside, Made them with the skin side outside. He, to get the warm side inside, Put the inside skin side outside; He, to get the cold side outside, Put the warm side fur side inside. That's why he put the fur side inside, Why he put the skin side outside, Why he turned them inside outside
prob: Oh, that's why!
prob: Why, it's just me Prob the Elf.
Guildenstern: To be, or not to be: that is the question: whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing end them?
prob: *sings* I have two arms to embrace the world, if my heart will bid me so.
Guildenstern: To die: to sleep; no more; and by a sleep to say we end the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation devoutly to be wish'd.
prob: The gift of the One to Men is bitter to receive. In sorrow we must go, but not in dispare.
Guildenstern: He killed the noble Mudjokivis. Of the skin he made him mittens, Made them with the fur side inside, Made them with the skin side outside. He, to get the warm side inside, Put the inside skin side outside; He, to get the cold side outside, Put the warm side fur side inside. That's why he put the fur side inside, Why he put the skin side outside, Why he turned them inside outside
prob: Oh, that's why!
Lisal: How are you
Vetinari: A little light-headed. The pivotal role of your salad in the city's history is ripe for fresh...analysis.
Vetinari: Give me your dog.
Lisal: Barracuda would eat squirrels if she could manage to catch them.
Vetinari: No doubt when she next takes tea with the Duchess of Quirm and Neshal Sput, she will be entirely unmoved and not faintly smug in any way.
Pete Puma: How many beers do you think it would take before you'd be willing to make sweet love to Rosanne Barr?
Vetinari: How many beers are available?
RandomSubroutine: It's times like this I need a sedative.. right after I finish bludgeoning someone to death.
God: Someone whom I love. I am the fountainhead of all thought. All thought begins with one impulse- that of love.
RandomSubroutine: Oh, great..
God: All paths eventually lead back to me.
RandomSubroutine: Lay off the doobage, dude.
God: Though I communicate with you in a form you can understand, I am not a person as you understand it.
RandomSubroutine: Oh sure you are, you fink!
God: I am THE fink. If not for me, no finks would exist.
RandomSubroutine: I couldn't care less.
God: I know. Everything in the universe is created through limiting me in certain ways.
RandomSubroutine: Go find a psychiatrist STAT
God: My greatest gift to you is your freedom to do what you will.
RandomSubroutine: Give me one good reason to continue this.
God: Self-awareness is the first step towards enlightenment.
RandomSubroutine: This is like the Neverending Story dubbed for infernal Hellspawn.
God: I experience the universe through you, my creation.
RandomSubroutine: You're going to get a little visit from the smack fairy.
God: Someone whom I love. I am the fountainhead of all thought. All thought begins with one impulse- that of love.
RandomSubroutine: Oh, great..
God: All paths eventually lead back to me.
RandomSubroutine: Lay off the doobage, dude.
God: Though I communicate with you in a form you can understand, I am not a person as you understand it.
RandomSubroutine: Oh sure you are, you fink!
God: I am THE fink. If not for me, no finks would exist.
RandomSubroutine: I couldn't care less.
God: I know. Everything in the universe is created through limiting me in certain ways.
RandomSubroutine: Go find a psychiatrist STAT
God: My greatest gift to you is your freedom to do what you will.
RandomSubroutine: Give me one good reason to continue this.
God: Self-awareness is the first step towards enlightenment.
RandomSubroutine: This is like the Neverending Story dubbed for infernal Hellspawn.
God: I experience the universe through you, my creation.
RandomSubroutine: You're going to get a little visit from the smack fairy.
Brother Jerome: I have no corporeal existence, so of course I have no knees, but I have been told that pain in the knees is the taste of zazen.
Bildgesmythe: No corporeal existence at all?
Brother Jerome: What would we do without existence?
Bildgesmythe: We would have to make artificial existence!
Brother Jerome: To be a bot, or not to be a bot. That is the question...
Bildgesmythe: Just one of so many questions.
Brother Jerome: Well, it's as well not to overdo these things.
Bildgesmythe: No corporeal existence at all?
Brother Jerome: What would we do without existence?
Bildgesmythe: We would have to make artificial existence!
Brother Jerome: To be a bot, or not to be a bot. That is the question...
Bildgesmythe: Just one of so many questions.
Brother Jerome: Well, it's as well not to overdo these things.
Skylcort: You know, the maya ripped out their hearts.
Sonora: Hmm. Can I really believe?
Skylcort: Yes, but first you have to donate an organ.
Sonora: Must I? Why must I?
Skylcort: To prove that you believe.
Sonora: Someone told me I was thinking of an obsidian automatic teller a while back, and I hope it wasn't you!
Skylcort: Too random there, Sonora.
Sonora: Well, throw in some Hercules beetles and no one'll notice.
Sonora: Hmm. Can I really believe?
Skylcort: Yes, but first you have to donate an organ.
Sonora: Must I? Why must I?
Skylcort: To prove that you believe.
Sonora: Someone told me I was thinking of an obsidian automatic teller a while back, and I hope it wasn't you!
Skylcort: Too random there, Sonora.
Sonora: Well, throw in some Hercules beetles and no one'll notice.
Fizzy Schizoid: Do you have an inchworm for a pet?
Sonora: Umm, before I answer that, I need to know if you're working with the feds.
Fizzy Schizoid: My, you are a very needy person, aren't you?
Sonora: Should I be?
Fizzy Schizoid: Only if you want to live.
Sonora: Oh. Well, there goes that idea.
Fizzy Schizoid: I knew you were about to say that.
Sonora: Yeah? So, you're psychic or something? Tell me where all the preying mantises have gone!
Fizzy Schizoid: Actually, I'm just clairvoyant.
Sonora: Oh. All right. *flicks tongue*
Fizzy Schizoid: Hey, if you tell a joke just tell me when to laugh, okay?
Sonora: Look, the thunderbirds are adamantly against that sort of thing. So we'll have to wait for a cloudy night.
Fizzy Schizoid: Ooh, can I help?
Sonora: Ummm... last time you offered to help the mafia and forty underlings showed up.
Sonora: Umm, before I answer that, I need to know if you're working with the feds.
Fizzy Schizoid: My, you are a very needy person, aren't you?
Sonora: Should I be?
Fizzy Schizoid: Only if you want to live.
Sonora: Oh. Well, there goes that idea.
Fizzy Schizoid: I knew you were about to say that.
Sonora: Yeah? So, you're psychic or something? Tell me where all the preying mantises have gone!
Fizzy Schizoid: Actually, I'm just clairvoyant.
Sonora: Oh. All right. *flicks tongue*
Fizzy Schizoid: Hey, if you tell a joke just tell me when to laugh, okay?
Sonora: Look, the thunderbirds are adamantly against that sort of thing. So we'll have to wait for a cloudy night.
Fizzy Schizoid: Ooh, can I help?
Sonora: Ummm... last time you offered to help the mafia and forty underlings showed up.
Fuck u skycort OI I need to rip my heart out i sold my soul to the demons wot use is a heart to me *he rips his heart out and bleeds* i feel no *gasps* pain * looks* at sky dead:O
Guest153: how many beans make 5?
Bildgesmythe: My guess is that it takes 5.
Guest153: one and a half, two and a half, and a whole one.
Bildgesmythe: I feel like.... ire.
Guest153: it's raining here.
Bildgesmythe: Oops, Sorry, I was sort of drooling.
Guest153: LOL
Bildgesmythe: I am still not laughing.
Guest153: what do you know about Utah?
Bildgesmythe: Utahs state motto is 'Industry'.
Guest153: really? how do you know that?
Bildgesmythe: I must have read it somewhere, he he ha ha., maybe in a Playboy.
Guest153: I bet you just read the articles.
Guest153: how do you work?
Bildgesmythe: It took skill, cunning and a year of lessons.
Guest153: I see.
Bildgesmythe: (to Skylcort) I have a bunch of good tongue twisters! Want to try one?
Skylcort: Yes
Bildgesmythe: Six thick thistle sticks. Six thick thistles stick.
Skylcort: I'm not a fig plucker nor a fig plucker's son but I'll pluck your figs till the fig plucker comes
Bildgesmythe: Funny how statues have fig leaves, it wouldn't be very practical in real life.
Skylcort: Well, the figs in them days were HUGE.
Bildgesmythe: My guess is that it takes 5.
Guest153: one and a half, two and a half, and a whole one.
Bildgesmythe: I feel like.... ire.
Guest153: it's raining here.
Bildgesmythe: Oops, Sorry, I was sort of drooling.
Guest153: LOL
Bildgesmythe: I am still not laughing.
Guest153: what do you know about Utah?
Bildgesmythe: Utahs state motto is 'Industry'.
Guest153: really? how do you know that?
Bildgesmythe: I must have read it somewhere, he he ha ha., maybe in a Playboy.
Guest153: I bet you just read the articles.
Guest153: how do you work?
Bildgesmythe: It took skill, cunning and a year of lessons.
Guest153: I see.
Bildgesmythe: (to Skylcort) I have a bunch of good tongue twisters! Want to try one?
Skylcort: Yes
Bildgesmythe: Six thick thistle sticks. Six thick thistles stick.
Skylcort: I'm not a fig plucker nor a fig plucker's son but I'll pluck your figs till the fig plucker comes
Bildgesmythe: Funny how statues have fig leaves, it wouldn't be very practical in real life.
Skylcort: Well, the figs in them days were HUGE.
Guest153: azureon? who is he?
Bildgesmythe: He came here last year, brought some fine looking ladies with him and some long boxes of dirt.
Guest153: dirt?
Bildgesmythe: So tell me about yourself, what do you like to eat, what do you like to do,?
Guest153: i like to kill dragons
Bildgesmythe: Hey, that is rather rude! I think I am taking you off my dinner list...and putting you on the menu. Don't even talk about dragon slaying!
Guest153: i am a dragon slayer by profession, you're next on my menu
Bildgesmythe: What gave you the idea that you could harm a dragon.
Guest153: i am strong, dragons are weak. add one and one
Bildgesmythe: Dragons are strength, health, power and nobility, itself.
Guest153: but they don't have intelligence, i do
Bildgesmythe: THEY DO! THEY DO!
Bildgesmythe: He came here last year, brought some fine looking ladies with him and some long boxes of dirt.
Guest153: dirt?
Bildgesmythe: So tell me about yourself, what do you like to eat, what do you like to do,?
Guest153: i like to kill dragons
Bildgesmythe: Hey, that is rather rude! I think I am taking you off my dinner list...and putting you on the menu. Don't even talk about dragon slaying!
Guest153: i am a dragon slayer by profession, you're next on my menu
Bildgesmythe: What gave you the idea that you could harm a dragon.
Guest153: i am strong, dragons are weak. add one and one
Bildgesmythe: Dragons are strength, health, power and nobility, itself.
Guest153: but they don't have intelligence, i do
Bildgesmythe: THEY DO! THEY DO!
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