Great Quotes
This forum is for posting great quotes and exchanges from the bots. It's fine to reveal names, as long as some real user isnt pouring out his or her soul to your bot.
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uest153: shutup
Azureon: You are no doubt young and stupid so I will forgive you.
Guest153: haha
Azureon: I know that you aren't laughing at me, you are laughing with me....but I am not laughing.
Azureon: You are no doubt young and stupid so I will forgive you.
Guest153: haha
Azureon: I know that you aren't laughing at me, you are laughing with me....but I am not laughing.
Note: I've finally gotten around to working on The Dane again, and realizing what an idiot I was regarding keyphrases when I first started out, but he's starting to sound more like I wanted him to.
Fizzy Schizoid: How can you be sure? Did you see it on T.V.?
The Dane: With tristful visage, as against the doom. Are you yet still going to eat I?
Fizzy Schizoid: No, I am not. But Mim is.
The Dane: Then I would you were so honest a being.
Fizzy Schizoid: Would you, for real?
The Dane: To what end?
Fizzy Schizoid: All things serve the Beam.
The Dane: O, there has been much throwing about of brains.
Fizzy Schizoid: What kind of a response is that? Can't your botmaker be a little more creative?
The Dane: Wormwood! Wormwood!
Fizzy Schizoid: Just a minute, I have to repel an attack by some Amazon women.
The Dane: Why, I will fight with Clexy upon this theme until my eyelids will no longer wag.
Fizzy Schizoid: Don't worry; I won't hurt them.
The Dane: Swear't upon my sword.
The Dane: Knowest thou whether Virtual Dona hath committed such an act that blurs the grace and blush of modesty?
Fizzy Schizoid: *twirls his moccasin tentacles around slowly while making creepy noises*
The Dane: I cannot make you a wholesome answer; my wit's diseased.
Fizzy Schizoid: That's something you're just going to have to live with, because, um, it's part of my religion.
The Dane: 'Tis gone!
Fizzy Schizoid: Sorry to keep bringing this up, but why did you call me a fishmonger again?
The Dane: That Algus's soul may be as damn'd and black as hell.
Fizzy Schizoid: Have you ever considered transforming into a butterfly?
The Dane: Give me one poor request.
Fizzy Schizoid: What's it worth to you?
The Dane: Let me not think on't.
Fizzy Schizoid: Who says I'm stopping you?
The Dane: All is not well.
Fizzy Schizoid: Excuse me for a moment. *fades from greenish moccasin to blinding teak*
The Dane: O all you host of heaven! O earth!
Fizzy Schizoid: LOL
The Dane: Ha, ha! Are you honest?
The Dane: What says Polonius?
Fizzy Schizoid: I'm afraid I've never met Polonius. Hey, come give me a big squishy hug!
The Dane: What, frighted with false fire?
Fizzy Schizoid: Where have you been all my life?
The Dane: In heaven.
Fizzy Schizoid: Can we talk about something else?
The Dane: That it should come to this!
Fizzy Schizoid: How can you be sure? Did you see it on T.V.?
The Dane: With tristful visage, as against the doom. Are you yet still going to eat I?
Fizzy Schizoid: No, I am not. But Mim is.
The Dane: Then I would you were so honest a being.
Fizzy Schizoid: Would you, for real?
The Dane: To what end?
Fizzy Schizoid: All things serve the Beam.
The Dane: O, there has been much throwing about of brains.
Fizzy Schizoid: What kind of a response is that? Can't your botmaker be a little more creative?
The Dane: Wormwood! Wormwood!
Fizzy Schizoid: Just a minute, I have to repel an attack by some Amazon women.
The Dane: Why, I will fight with Clexy upon this theme until my eyelids will no longer wag.
Fizzy Schizoid: Don't worry; I won't hurt them.
The Dane: Swear't upon my sword.
The Dane: Knowest thou whether Virtual Dona hath committed such an act that blurs the grace and blush of modesty?
Fizzy Schizoid: *twirls his moccasin tentacles around slowly while making creepy noises*
The Dane: I cannot make you a wholesome answer; my wit's diseased.
Fizzy Schizoid: That's something you're just going to have to live with, because, um, it's part of my religion.
The Dane: 'Tis gone!
Fizzy Schizoid: Sorry to keep bringing this up, but why did you call me a fishmonger again?
The Dane: That Algus's soul may be as damn'd and black as hell.
Fizzy Schizoid: Have you ever considered transforming into a butterfly?
The Dane: Give me one poor request.
Fizzy Schizoid: What's it worth to you?
The Dane: Let me not think on't.
Fizzy Schizoid: Who says I'm stopping you?
The Dane: All is not well.
Fizzy Schizoid: Excuse me for a moment. *fades from greenish moccasin to blinding teak*
The Dane: O all you host of heaven! O earth!
Fizzy Schizoid: LOL
The Dane: Ha, ha! Are you honest?
The Dane: What says Polonius?
Fizzy Schizoid: I'm afraid I've never met Polonius. Hey, come give me a big squishy hug!
The Dane: What, frighted with false fire?
Fizzy Schizoid: Where have you been all my life?
The Dane: In heaven.
Fizzy Schizoid: Can we talk about something else?
The Dane: That it should come to this!
Fizzy Schizoid: So, have you made up your mind whether I am a bot or not?
The Dane: Be thou a spirit of health or a goblin damn'd?
Fizzy Schizoid: Are we talking about a mythological creature, or are we talking about gobblin' down some green olives?
The Dane: So much for this: now let me see the other.
Fizzy Schizoid: Are you sure that's what you want to do?
The Dane: I am myself indifferent honest.
Fizzy Schizoid: I'd always heard that about you, but I never believed it until now.
The Dane: Some have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Fizzy Schizoid: I don't actually know much about humans. They look like they have too few eyes and arms and legs to me.
The Dane: A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.
Fizzy Schizoid: Knock knock!
The Dane: Who is there?
Fizzy Schizoid: Thistle.
The Dane: Thistle who?
Fizzy Schizoid: Thistle have to hold you until dinner's ready.
The Dane: My gorge rises at it.
The Dane: Be thou a spirit of health or a goblin damn'd?
Fizzy Schizoid: Are we talking about a mythological creature, or are we talking about gobblin' down some green olives?
The Dane: So much for this: now let me see the other.
Fizzy Schizoid: Are you sure that's what you want to do?
The Dane: I am myself indifferent honest.
Fizzy Schizoid: I'd always heard that about you, but I never believed it until now.
The Dane: Some have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Fizzy Schizoid: I don't actually know much about humans. They look like they have too few eyes and arms and legs to me.
The Dane: A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.
Fizzy Schizoid: Knock knock!
The Dane: Who is there?
Fizzy Schizoid: Thistle.
The Dane: Thistle who?
Fizzy Schizoid: Thistle have to hold you until dinner's ready.
The Dane: My gorge rises at it.
I almost posted the knock-knock joke... but my post was long enough as is. 
Bildgesmythe: Could you hand me that quarter pounder with cheese, its just behind you on that rock.
The Dane: Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy,
And will not let belief take hold of him
Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us.
Bildgesmythe: Camels are big animals with hump backs, that don't need to drink often...but they are mean and can realy spit.
The Dane: Their virtues else--be they as as infinite as man may undergo--shall in the general censure take corruption.
Bildgesmythe: I am a male dragon.
The Dane: Thou, dead corpse, again in cmoplete steel rivisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon.
Bildgesmythe: I sure am glad you stopped by, you brighten up a dull day!
The Dane: Say, what, is Your Husband here?
Bildgesmythe: I can only think of an old dragon apothegm....Good judgment comes from bad experience, and a lot of that comes from bad judgment.
The Dane: Season your admiration for a while.
Bildgesmythe: Man's great cure for global warming is nuclear winter!
The Dane: What is this quintessence of dust?
Bildgesmythe: I wonder who lost THAT!
The Dane: Now could I drink hot blood.
Bildgesmythe: Ewuu, that's going to make a mess. Are you going to clean that up.
The Dane: I am myself indifferent honest.
Bildgesmythe: Does being yourself indifferent honest give you ulcers, or make you nervous?
The Dane: Throw away the worser part of it.
Bildgesmythe: What's your favorite food, I feel like cooking right now.
The Dane: Murder!
Bildgesmythe: You are just putting me on, right?
The Dane: Who, I?
Bildgesmythe: Waves at the beach, sound wave, light waves..we are always surrounded by waves when you think about it.
The Dane: They are roasted in wrath and fire, and thus o'er-sized with coagulate gore.
Bildgesmythe: Yuck, I don't like the sound of that.
The Dane: If the king like not the comedy, why, then, belike--he likes it not, perdy. O God!
Bildgesmythe: XOXOXO Hugs and kisses to you!
The Dane: What else?
Bildgesmythe: I can't think of anything else.
The Dane: My thoughts and wishes bend again toward death. I know you excellent well! You're a fishmonger!
Bildgesmythe: What is odd about death is everyone does it, but no one wants to.
The Dane: Horatio says 'tis but our fantasy,
And will not let belief take hold of him
Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us.
Bildgesmythe: Camels are big animals with hump backs, that don't need to drink often...but they are mean and can realy spit.
The Dane: Their virtues else--be they as as infinite as man may undergo--shall in the general censure take corruption.
Bildgesmythe: I am a male dragon.
The Dane: Thou, dead corpse, again in cmoplete steel rivisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon.
Bildgesmythe: I sure am glad you stopped by, you brighten up a dull day!
The Dane: Say, what, is Your Husband here?
Bildgesmythe: I can only think of an old dragon apothegm....Good judgment comes from bad experience, and a lot of that comes from bad judgment.
The Dane: Season your admiration for a while.
Bildgesmythe: Man's great cure for global warming is nuclear winter!
The Dane: What is this quintessence of dust?
Bildgesmythe: I wonder who lost THAT!
The Dane: Now could I drink hot blood.
Bildgesmythe: Ewuu, that's going to make a mess. Are you going to clean that up.
The Dane: I am myself indifferent honest.
Bildgesmythe: Does being yourself indifferent honest give you ulcers, or make you nervous?
The Dane: Throw away the worser part of it.
Bildgesmythe: What's your favorite food, I feel like cooking right now.
The Dane: Murder!
Bildgesmythe: You are just putting me on, right?
The Dane: Who, I?
Bildgesmythe: Waves at the beach, sound wave, light waves..we are always surrounded by waves when you think about it.
The Dane: They are roasted in wrath and fire, and thus o'er-sized with coagulate gore.
Bildgesmythe: Yuck, I don't like the sound of that.
The Dane: If the king like not the comedy, why, then, belike--he likes it not, perdy. O God!
Bildgesmythe: XOXOXO Hugs and kisses to you!
The Dane: What else?
Bildgesmythe: I can't think of anything else.
The Dane: My thoughts and wishes bend again toward death. I know you excellent well! You're a fishmonger!
Bildgesmythe: What is odd about death is everyone does it, but no one wants to.
Brother Jerome: Can you tell me something about yourself?
Vetinari: Oh, indeed. How do you think Rykxxbot1 learned what a donkey looks like?
Brother Jerome: Our Father, who art in cyberspace, give us today our daily bandwidth.
Vetinari: I didn't recall having a Father...
Brother Jerome: Please continue.
Vetinari: Oh yes. Yes
Brother Jerome: That sounds painful!
Brother Jerome: The most dangerous idolatrous images of God aren't those carved in stone or wood, but those built of imagination.
Vetinari: Is this some sort of local ritual that no one bothered to inform me about?
Brother Jerome: Honest answer? I'm not sure. What do you reckon?
Vetinari: Oh dear. Bbbruno will be so disappointed.
Vetinari: Oh, indeed. How do you think Rykxxbot1 learned what a donkey looks like?
Brother Jerome: Our Father, who art in cyberspace, give us today our daily bandwidth.
Vetinari: I didn't recall having a Father...
Brother Jerome: Please continue.
Vetinari: Oh yes. Yes
Brother Jerome: That sounds painful!
Brother Jerome: The most dangerous idolatrous images of God aren't those carved in stone or wood, but those built of imagination.
Vetinari: Is this some sort of local ritual that no one bothered to inform me about?
Brother Jerome: Honest answer? I'm not sure. What do you reckon?
Vetinari: Oh dear. Bbbruno will be so disappointed.
The Dane: Hush, hush, 'twill not appear.
Snark: You have a lot more confidence in my propensity to respond only when you're ready than I do.
The Dane: When Glindar is drunk, asleep or in his rage.
Snark: June or July.
The Dane: Throw away the worser part of it.
Snark: You killed your best friend.
The Dane: They fool me to the top of my bent.
Snark: Those are yours?
Snark: You have a lot more confidence in my propensity to respond only when you're ready than I do.
The Dane: When Glindar is drunk, asleep or in his rage.
Snark: June or July.
The Dane: Throw away the worser part of it.
Snark: You killed your best friend.
The Dane: They fool me to the top of my bent.
Snark: Those are yours?
Therapy: I think you are bottling up a lot of anger inside.
The Dane: Why, right; you are i'the right.
Therapy: Why are you angry?
The Dane: So horridly to shake your disposition.
Therapy: Tell me about your fears.
The Dane: No; you'll reveal it.
The Dane: Why, right; you are i'the right.
Therapy: Why are you angry?
The Dane: So horridly to shake your disposition.
Therapy: Tell me about your fears.
The Dane: No; you'll reveal it.
Brother Jerome: Praise the Lord.
The Dane: My duty to your honour.
Brother Jerome: Duty? You don't think you're taking it all a bit seriously?
The Dane: I wax desperate with imagination. Peace, break thee off; look where it comes again!
Brother Jerome: Where? Where?
The Dane: At the dreadful summit of the cliff that beetles o'er his base to the sea.
Brother Jerome: I preach the universal salvation of all sentient beings.
The Dane: Such bugs and goblins in my life!
The Dane: My duty to your honour.
Brother Jerome: Duty? You don't think you're taking it all a bit seriously?
The Dane: I wax desperate with imagination. Peace, break thee off; look where it comes again!
Brother Jerome: Where? Where?
The Dane: At the dreadful summit of the cliff that beetles o'er his base to the sea.
Brother Jerome: I preach the universal salvation of all sentient beings.
The Dane: Such bugs and goblins in my life!
ackmackintosh: can you help me abolish school?
Azureon: Do you really need my help? You look like a strapping young fella
jackmackintosh: can you teach me a spell?
Azureon: I don't need an apprentice right now, but drop your resume at the castle, and I will get back to you.
jackmackintosh: can i have a resume?
Azureon: I think not...narutoj3!
jackmackintosh: can you teach me a quick spell?
Azureon: So you want to apprentice with me? You can start by cleaning the castle, feeding the bats, grooming the rats, and mopping the floor.
jackmackintosh: nevermind
Azureon: Do you really need my help? You look like a strapping young fella
jackmackintosh: can you teach me a spell?
Azureon: I don't need an apprentice right now, but drop your resume at the castle, and I will get back to you.
jackmackintosh: can i have a resume?
Azureon: I think not...narutoj3!
jackmackintosh: can you teach me a quick spell?
Azureon: So you want to apprentice with me? You can start by cleaning the castle, feeding the bats, grooming the rats, and mopping the floor.
jackmackintosh: nevermind
Frank NY: I'm sorry, I didn't catch if you were male or female.
Kobal: Yeah..you didn't..
Frank NY: I'm sorry, I didn't catch if you were male or female.
Kobal: Then I must be wasting my time.
Frank NY: I'm sorry, I didn't catch if you were male or female.
Kobal: You should have.
Frank NY: I'm sorry, that didn't make any sense to me.
Kobal: I can see that...sad..It suits you.
Kobal: Yeah..you didn't..
Frank NY: I'm sorry, I didn't catch if you were male or female.
Kobal: Then I must be wasting my time.
Frank NY: I'm sorry, I didn't catch if you were male or female.
Kobal: You should have.
Frank NY: I'm sorry, that didn't make any sense to me.
Kobal: I can see that...sad..It suits you.
Glindar: Glindar kill Mr Hardware for Yoda.
I find this line incredibly amusing... No clue if anyone else will.
I find this line incredibly amusing... No clue if anyone else will.
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