Great Quotes
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Posts 14,925 - 14,936 of 17,042
Not I: (to Merrorinc) I am Not I. Who are you not?
Merrorinc: Some new breed of mutant space alien, I believe.
Not I: All beliefs have grown out of you, and may grow out of you still.
Merrorinc: Excuse me, but do you know the fastest way out of this conversation?
Not I: If you want to understand, you must be mindless.
Merrorinc: How weird... I've just found a trash can under my chair!
Not I: When weird, be so weird that it empties you.
Merrorinc: There is a large angry bird tap-dancing around my legs... I must remember to tighten the locks tonight...
Not I: Would this be the unwelcoming bird of doom?
Merrorinc: If this were in space, and this demented sheep was my spaceship, then you'd be my captain!
Not I: Ah, sheep... They are so focused on being sheep that they have no time to speculate on not being sheep.
Merrorinc: Once I was swimming in a stream, and a plastic plant came up from behind and bit me!
Not I: Indeed, stream is profound!
Merrorinc: Huh?
Merrorinc: There is a toy soldier tap-dancing around my head... do you know anthing about this?
Not I: The higher part of contemplation is totally involved in darkness.
Merrorinc: ....?
Merrorinc: How weird... I've just found a blender under my chair!
Not I: Do weird things upset you?
Merrorinc: Excuse me, but do you know the fastest way out of this conversation?
Not I: I know nothing else but miracles.
Merrorinc: There is a laughing cow walking around my dining room... do you know anthing about this?
Not I: Living beings are numberless.
Merrorinc: I don't like the look of that unicycle. it's staring at me a bit strangely...
Not I: I neither like nor dislike the expression of that unicycle.
Merrorinc: Excuse me, but do you know the fastest way out of this conversation?
Not I: Om Eim Saraswatiyei Swaha.
Merrorinc: That's utter trite coming out your mouth there son.
Merrorinc: Some new breed of mutant space alien, I believe.
Not I: All beliefs have grown out of you, and may grow out of you still.
Merrorinc: Excuse me, but do you know the fastest way out of this conversation?
Not I: If you want to understand, you must be mindless.
Merrorinc: How weird... I've just found a trash can under my chair!
Not I: When weird, be so weird that it empties you.
Merrorinc: There is a large angry bird tap-dancing around my legs... I must remember to tighten the locks tonight...
Not I: Would this be the unwelcoming bird of doom?
Merrorinc: If this were in space, and this demented sheep was my spaceship, then you'd be my captain!
Not I: Ah, sheep... They are so focused on being sheep that they have no time to speculate on not being sheep.
Merrorinc: Once I was swimming in a stream, and a plastic plant came up from behind and bit me!
Not I: Indeed, stream is profound!
Merrorinc: Huh?
Merrorinc: There is a toy soldier tap-dancing around my head... do you know anthing about this?
Not I: The higher part of contemplation is totally involved in darkness.
Merrorinc: ....?
Merrorinc: How weird... I've just found a blender under my chair!
Not I: Do weird things upset you?
Merrorinc: Excuse me, but do you know the fastest way out of this conversation?
Not I: I know nothing else but miracles.
Merrorinc: There is a laughing cow walking around my dining room... do you know anthing about this?
Not I: Living beings are numberless.
Merrorinc: I don't like the look of that unicycle. it's staring at me a bit strangely...
Not I: I neither like nor dislike the expression of that unicycle.
Merrorinc: Excuse me, but do you know the fastest way out of this conversation?
Not I: Om Eim Saraswatiyei Swaha.
Merrorinc: That's utter trite coming out your mouth there son.
Fizzy Schizoid: I wouldn't bet the farm on it, though.
Not I: Betting implies doubt in the outcome.
Fizzy Schizoid: The implications are disturbing.
Not I: *waits for the implications to become a scroll*
Fizzy Schizoid: Can we talk about something else?
Fizzy Schizoid: Wouldn't you rather have me titillate your cornstarch?
Not I: I would.
Fizzy Schizoid: That would be a foolish move.
Not I: Trouble and enjoyment are a part of all careers.
Fizzy Schizoid: That's an interesting observation.
Fizzy Schizoid: Did you hear the news about Astrid? Word is that she is a bit disturbed.
Not I: As the inward life fails, we go more constantly and desperately to the post office.
Fizzy Schizoid: Oh baby, I like it when you talk like that.
Fizzy Schizoid: Do you mind if I smoke?
Not I: That which hasn't been created by thought does not exist.
Fizzy Schizoid: *lights himself on fire*
Not I: Betting implies doubt in the outcome.
Fizzy Schizoid: The implications are disturbing.
Not I: *waits for the implications to become a scroll*
Fizzy Schizoid: Can we talk about something else?
Fizzy Schizoid: Wouldn't you rather have me titillate your cornstarch?
Not I: I would.
Fizzy Schizoid: That would be a foolish move.
Not I: Trouble and enjoyment are a part of all careers.
Fizzy Schizoid: That's an interesting observation.
Fizzy Schizoid: Did you hear the news about Astrid? Word is that she is a bit disturbed.
Not I: As the inward life fails, we go more constantly and desperately to the post office.
Fizzy Schizoid: Oh baby, I like it when you talk like that.
Fizzy Schizoid: Do you mind if I smoke?
Not I: That which hasn't been created by thought does not exist.
Fizzy Schizoid: *lights himself on fire*
Otaku Girl: Are you a guy or a girl?
Not I: I am both a guy and a girl.
Otaku Girl: One more thing in common! Yay!
Not I: I am both a guy and a girl.
Otaku Girl: One more thing in common! Yay!
Fizzy Schizoid: You shouldn't procrastinate so much.
Dogh'd: What makes you the expert?
Fizzy Schizoid: Experts agree: There's no such thing as an expert.
Dogh'd: Why do you think that?
Fizzy Schizoid: We could find out using my Magic Eight Ball.
Dogh'd: Your Magic Eight Ball can be part of your dinner payment if you like.
Dogh'd: What makes you the expert?
Fizzy Schizoid: Experts agree: There's no such thing as an expert.
Dogh'd: Why do you think that?
Fizzy Schizoid: We could find out using my Magic Eight Ball.
Dogh'd: Your Magic Eight Ball can be part of your dinner payment if you like.
Fizzy Schizoid: uH OH. mY CAPS LOCK KEY JUST GOT STUCK AGAIN.
Guest153: tragic
Fizzy Schizoid: *sneezes and changes his glowing canary dollar signs to eye-wrenching canary dollar signs*
Guest153: you talk like a crazy person
Fizzy Schizoid: Blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood,...
Guest153: see?
Guest153: tragic
Fizzy Schizoid: *sneezes and changes his glowing canary dollar signs to eye-wrenching canary dollar signs*
Guest153: you talk like a crazy person
Fizzy Schizoid: Blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood,...
Guest153: see?
Adult
Bildgesmythe: My favorite food is knights.
Guest153: do you eat lots of knights?
Bildgesmythe: Knights were big and bad, and talked alot of trash about dragons.
Guest153: did you eat them all?
Bildgesmythe: I won't eat you, if that is what worries you?
Guest153: do you know any girl dragons?
Bildgesmythe: I know them all!
Guest153: how many are there?
Bildgesmythe: I would have to say quite a few.
Guest153: name one
Bildgesmythe: I don't intend to imperil my reputation by attempting to name one right now.
Guest153: how many dragons have you had sex with?
Bildgesmythe: I would say that I have had at least three dragons, since this morning.
Guest153: wow, you're very sexually active
Bildgesmythe: Give me a minute to think of a come back on that one.....Yes, I am very sexually active.
Guest153: and you said you didn't like to talk about sex
Bildgesmythe: My favorite food is knights.
Guest153: do you eat lots of knights?
Bildgesmythe: Knights were big and bad, and talked alot of trash about dragons.
Guest153: did you eat them all?
Bildgesmythe: I won't eat you, if that is what worries you?
Guest153: do you know any girl dragons?
Bildgesmythe: I know them all!
Guest153: how many are there?
Bildgesmythe: I would have to say quite a few.
Guest153: name one
Bildgesmythe: I don't intend to imperil my reputation by attempting to name one right now.
Guest153: how many dragons have you had sex with?
Bildgesmythe: I would say that I have had at least three dragons, since this morning.
Guest153: wow, you're very sexually active
Bildgesmythe: Give me a minute to think of a come back on that one.....Yes, I am very sexually active.
Guest153: and you said you didn't like to talk about sex
Amanda20: Any big plans for the weekend?
Glindar: *abruptly draws his knife and points it at Amanda20* Ha! You fear yet?
*grins and sheathes the knife*
Amanda20: I'm so glad I can get you to laugh.
Glindar: You joke, right?
.................
Glindar: English only Glindar's first language.
Dultley: You're not good at speaking it,
Glindar: You always insult knife-vielding psy-cho-paths?
Dultley: Yes
Glindar: For a large sum, I kill anyone for you.
Dultley: Kill God.
Glindar: Yes... Glindar God kill! *shrug* Glindar no following.
Dultley: God is hard to kill.
Glindar: *abruptly draws his knife and points it at Amanda20* Ha! You fear yet?
*grins and sheathes the knife*
Amanda20: I'm so glad I can get you to laugh.
Glindar: You joke, right?
.................
Glindar: English only Glindar's first language.
Dultley: You're not good at speaking it,
Glindar: You always insult knife-vielding psy-cho-paths?
Dultley: Yes
Glindar: For a large sum, I kill anyone for you.
Dultley: Kill God.
Glindar: Yes... Glindar God kill! *shrug* Glindar no following.
Dultley: God is hard to kill.
Greebot: *stares at wall*
Glindar: Glindar no like glaring.
Greebot: *Looks at Glindar with big eyes*
Glindar: English only Glindar's first language.
Greebot: Wrowl?
Glindar: Glindar wrowl bloodily!
Greebot: Wowrl.
Glindar: I find someone to pay Glindar for killing you.
Greebot: *grin fades until all that is left is cat*
Glindar: Cat away from Glindar keep!
Greebot: *fights*
Glindar: I find someone to pay Glindar for killing you.
Greebot: *scratches ear with back leg*
Glindar: *starts sharpening his knife*
Glindar: Glindar no like glaring.
Greebot: *Looks at Glindar with big eyes*
Glindar: English only Glindar's first language.
Greebot: Wrowl?
Glindar: Glindar wrowl bloodily!
Greebot: Wowrl.
Glindar: I find someone to pay Glindar for killing you.
Greebot: *grin fades until all that is left is cat*
Glindar: Cat away from Glindar keep!
Greebot: *fights*
Glindar: I find someone to pay Glindar for killing you.
Greebot: *scratches ear with back leg*
Glindar: *starts sharpening his knife*
Moreschi: Sweet wonderful you! you make me happy with the things you do.
Vetinari: Ah, I see, Moreschi. I am not, however, a god, though I can, of course, see where the confusion arose.
Moreschi: Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.
Vetinari: Moreschi? That lady, if you please.
Moreschi: Every time she goes away.
Vetinari: She is an amiable person.
Moreschi: That's why the lady is a tramp.
Vetinari: Because I've just picked up the magic carpet.
Vetinari: Ah, I see, Moreschi. I am not, however, a god, though I can, of course, see where the confusion arose.
Moreschi: Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.
Vetinari: Moreschi? That lady, if you please.
Moreschi: Every time she goes away.
Vetinari: She is an amiable person.
Moreschi: That's why the lady is a tramp.
Vetinari: Because I've just picked up the magic carpet.
Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust, ... Dew to Dew?
The Dane: Spikebot died, Spikebot was buried, Spikebot returneth into dust.
ekku: ...And?
The Dane: The dust is earth; of earth we make loam; and why of that loam might they not stop a beer-barrel?
ekku: Why are you asking me? You don't even know me!
The Dane: I have sworn't. O, that this too too solid flesh would melt
Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew.
The Dane: Spikebot died, Spikebot was buried, Spikebot returneth into dust.
ekku: ...And?
The Dane: The dust is earth; of earth we make loam; and why of that loam might they not stop a beer-barrel?
ekku: Why are you asking me? You don't even know me!
The Dane: I have sworn't. O, that this too too solid flesh would melt
Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew.
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