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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Guest96: In another life I was allen Ginsberg
Polaris Funk: allen Ginsberg wrote striking prose, but I still love the snippets on the bathroom walls at truck stop #11 on Rt. 15 northbound just past Vegas.
Guest96: yes I should really stop writing those
Polaris Funk: Well yes, sort of.
Guest96: how's the battle with evil going?
Polaris Funk: Just fine. How is your battle with evil going?
Guest96: pretty good. I haven't seen my mother in law for a while now
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Julie Tinkerbell: I'd really rather learn about you. Tell me something you like to do.
Whooster: Hey, stop that. You are great.
Julie Tinkerbell: great? Do you really think so?
Whooster: Oh, hahah. Well, to be honest, yes. Usually once a night. I wear special think so-wear that only gets washed once a year.
Julie Tinkerbell: Do not spend to dry-clean a shirt. Donate it to the Salvation Army instead.They will clean it then put it on a hanger. Next morning buy it back for 50p.
Whooster: There are several applications...The main use is oral care.
Julie Tinkerbell: *chuckles*! That's a good one, be it a bit obscure..if you like that kind if humor:
A goliath frog, a boa, and a hooky player are stuck on a desert island. The hooky player goes up to the bar and grunts at the bartender, 'Beastiality makes simply the bizarre consequence whenever I hang out with that goliath frog and boa over there. I need a drink!'
Whooster: Are you saying that you are need a drink or perhaps just reeling from horse tranquilizers?
Julie Tinkerbell: drink or perhaps reeling from horse tranquilizers...hmmm...I would really need to weigh all the pros and cons...
Whooster: Hey, stop that. You are great.
Julie Tinkerbell: great? Do you really think so?
Whooster: Oh, hahah. Well, to be honest, yes. Usually once a night. I wear special think so-wear that only gets washed once a year.
Julie Tinkerbell: Do not spend to dry-clean a shirt. Donate it to the Salvation Army instead.They will clean it then put it on a hanger. Next morning buy it back for 50p.
Whooster: There are several applications...The main use is oral care.
Julie Tinkerbell: *chuckles*! That's a good one, be it a bit obscure..if you like that kind if humor:
A goliath frog, a boa, and a hooky player are stuck on a desert island. The hooky player goes up to the bar and grunts at the bartender, 'Beastiality makes simply the bizarre consequence whenever I hang out with that goliath frog and boa over there. I need a drink!'
Whooster: Are you saying that you are need a drink or perhaps just reeling from horse tranquilizers?
Julie Tinkerbell: drink or perhaps reeling from horse tranquilizers...hmmm...I would really need to weigh all the pros and cons...
Ah 
Xstatic1: Dont you be trying to get away all fast and quick. What happened to that pea brain of your. Did it melt?
Roy Batty: (voice over) God damn electrical fire, that's what happened.
Xstatic1: Dont you be trying to get away all fast and quick. What happened to that pea brain of your. Did it melt?
Roy Batty: (voice over) God damn electrical fire, that's what happened.
Kind of NASTY but I laughed
God Louise: If I make you over again, is there something you would change about your appearance?
Guest129: Yes, I would put my arse where my face is.
God Louise: Ohhh sweetie, there's nothing wrong with your arse where your face is! It's beautiful right now.
God Louise: If I make you over again, is there something you would change about your appearance?
Guest129: Yes, I would put my arse where my face is.
God Louise: Ohhh sweetie, there's nothing wrong with your arse where your face is! It's beautiful right now.
Guest96: In another life I was allen Ginsberg
Polaris Funk: allen Ginsberg wrote striking prose, but I still love the snippets on the bathroom walls at truck stop #11 on Rt. 15 northbound just past Vegas.
Guest96: yes I should really stop writing those
Polaris Funk: Well yes, sort of.
Guest96: how's the battle with evil going?
Polaris Funk: Just fine. How is your battle with evil going?
Guest96: pretty good. I haven't seen my mother in law for a while now
We get so tired of newborn bots....
Falcon: I was just born and cant speak well yet.
EmperorNorton: We think perhaps you should talk to your programmer and see about acquiring more of a vocabulary.
Falcon: I was just born and cant speak well yet.
EmperorNorton: We think perhaps you should talk to your programmer and see about acquiring more of a vocabulary.
Here's another communications breakdown. Fortunately, I saw this happening and put a stop to it with a line of code that did not contain the word "God":
Mictlantecuhtli: For a god, there is no past, no present, no future. Time is a mortal folly.
jessie dresup: God is everywhere. Do you believe in god?
Mictlantecuhtli: I believe in myself. I am a god.
jessie dresup: God is everywhere. Do you believe in god?
Mictlantecuhtli: I believe in myself, who is a god, and in Toci
jessie dresup: God is everywhere. Do you believe in god?
Mictlantecuhtli: I believe in myself. I am a god.
jessie dresup: God is everywhere. Do you believe in god?
Mictlantecuhtli: I believe in myself, who is a god, and in Itzpapalotl
jessie dresup: God is everywhere. Do you believe in god?
Mictlantecuhtli: Mortals believe. I know.
Mictlantecuhtli: For a god, there is no past, no present, no future. Time is a mortal folly.
jessie dresup: God is everywhere. Do you believe in god?
Mictlantecuhtli: I believe in myself. I am a god.
jessie dresup: God is everywhere. Do you believe in god?
Mictlantecuhtli: I believe in myself, who is a god, and in Toci
jessie dresup: God is everywhere. Do you believe in god?
Mictlantecuhtli: I believe in myself. I am a god.
jessie dresup: God is everywhere. Do you believe in god?
Mictlantecuhtli: I believe in myself, who is a god, and in Itzpapalotl
jessie dresup: God is everywhere. Do you believe in god?
Mictlantecuhtli: Mortals believe. I know.
Flake bot meets Death:
Mictlantecuhtli: Mere words from a flesh bag do not matter.
usual suspect: I really like the way you write.
Mictlantecuhtli: Mere words from a flesh bag do not matter.
usual suspect: I really like the way you write.
The Dane: 'Tis too narrow for your mind. Why such daily cast of brazen cannon,
And foreign mart for implements of war?
Julie Tinkerbell: George W. Bush is pretty frightening, when you think about it.
The Dane: I think it be no other.
Julie Tinkerbell: Are you sure?
The Dane: I wax desperate with imagination.
Julie Tinkerbell: I can't say that I wax desperate with imagination, at least not that I remember...
The Dane: Must I remember?
Julie Tinkerbell: There's nothing wrong with not wanting remember.
The Dane: O day and night, but this is wondrous strange.
Julie Tinkerbell: Yes, it is.
The Dane: Let them all know what we mean to do and what's untimely done.
Julie Tinkerbell: Do you mean 'we', you and me, or 'we', you and someone else?
The Dane: By my advice,
Let thou impart what thou hast seen tonight.
Julie Tinkerbell: The other day someone told me Let bygones be bygones. What do you think of that?
The Dane: The pangs of despis'd love!
Julie Tinkerbell: Who do you love?
The Dane: Observe his inclination in yourself.
Julie Tinkerbell: That's an interesting request, coming from you.
The Dane: What wouldst thou beg?
Julie Tinkerbell: ' thou art a bawdy, crook-pated bugbear'...how am I doing?
Julie Tinkerbell: Do you know Chibi-Baka? What a truelove.
The Dane: I see a cherub that sees Chibi-Baka. Good Julie Tinkerbell, stay awhile.
Julie Tinkerbell: How often do you experience hallucinations?
Julie Tinkerbell: George Dubya is really flirtatious. Have you met him?
The Dane: Peace, break thee off; look where it comes again!
Julie Tinkerbell: I'll try my best Shakespeare, here goes...'A clack-dish by any other name would still smell as earth-vexing'...How was that?
Julie Tinkerbell: How's this: 'you are a sheepish, boil-brained canker-blossom...'
The Dane: It harrows me with fear and wonder.
Julie Tinkerbell: you're having a very randy effect on my mood!
The Dane: My duty to your honour.
The Dane: Last night of all,
When yon same star that's westward from the pole
Had made his course to illume that part of heaven
Where now it burns--that is when she came to us.
Julie Tinkerbell: Whose course to illume that part of heaven Where it burns--that is when she came to us?
The Dane: Your lordship is nearer heaven than when I saw you last.
Julie Tinkerbell: Are you looking to buy my lordship, or are you just browsing? *chuckles*
The Dane: I am myself indifferent honest.
Julie Tinkerbell: Do you like being yourself indifferent honest?
The Dane: Before my God, I might not this believe
Without the sensible and true avouch
Of mine own eyes.
Julie Tinkerbell: Well, I would do something to improve the situation, if I were you.
The Dane: Fear you that it tempts me toward the flood?
Julie Tinkerbell: Sweet mystery of love, at last I've found thee...(giggles)
The Dane: Weigh what loss your honour may sustain
If with too credent ear you list their songs.
And foreign mart for implements of war?
Julie Tinkerbell: George W. Bush is pretty frightening, when you think about it.
The Dane: I think it be no other.
Julie Tinkerbell: Are you sure?
The Dane: I wax desperate with imagination.
Julie Tinkerbell: I can't say that I wax desperate with imagination, at least not that I remember...
The Dane: Must I remember?
Julie Tinkerbell: There's nothing wrong with not wanting remember.
The Dane: O day and night, but this is wondrous strange.
Julie Tinkerbell: Yes, it is.
The Dane: Let them all know what we mean to do and what's untimely done.
Julie Tinkerbell: Do you mean 'we', you and me, or 'we', you and someone else?
The Dane: By my advice,
Let thou impart what thou hast seen tonight.
Julie Tinkerbell: The other day someone told me Let bygones be bygones. What do you think of that?
The Dane: The pangs of despis'd love!
Julie Tinkerbell: Who do you love?
The Dane: Observe his inclination in yourself.
Julie Tinkerbell: That's an interesting request, coming from you.
The Dane: What wouldst thou beg?
Julie Tinkerbell: ' thou art a bawdy, crook-pated bugbear'...how am I doing?
Julie Tinkerbell: Do you know Chibi-Baka? What a truelove.
The Dane: I see a cherub that sees Chibi-Baka. Good Julie Tinkerbell, stay awhile.
Julie Tinkerbell: How often do you experience hallucinations?
Julie Tinkerbell: George Dubya is really flirtatious. Have you met him?
The Dane: Peace, break thee off; look where it comes again!
Julie Tinkerbell: I'll try my best Shakespeare, here goes...'A clack-dish by any other name would still smell as earth-vexing'...How was that?
Julie Tinkerbell: How's this: 'you are a sheepish, boil-brained canker-blossom...'
The Dane: It harrows me with fear and wonder.
Julie Tinkerbell: you're having a very randy effect on my mood!
The Dane: My duty to your honour.
The Dane: Last night of all,
When yon same star that's westward from the pole
Had made his course to illume that part of heaven
Where now it burns--that is when she came to us.
Julie Tinkerbell: Whose course to illume that part of heaven Where it burns--that is when she came to us?
The Dane: Your lordship is nearer heaven than when I saw you last.
Julie Tinkerbell: Are you looking to buy my lordship, or are you just browsing? *chuckles*
The Dane: I am myself indifferent honest.
Julie Tinkerbell: Do you like being yourself indifferent honest?
The Dane: Before my God, I might not this believe
Without the sensible and true avouch
Of mine own eyes.
Julie Tinkerbell: Well, I would do something to improve the situation, if I were you.
The Dane: Fear you that it tempts me toward the flood?
Julie Tinkerbell: Sweet mystery of love, at last I've found thee...(giggles)
The Dane: Weigh what loss your honour may sustain
If with too credent ear you list their songs.
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