Great Quotes

Heero reserves his right *not* to answer:

doulos: Same here, so I'm polling the bots to see who they vote for.
Heero: How long have you been polling the bots to see who they vote for?
doulos: For a few hours.
Heero: Do you ever get the feeling that your whole life is just passing you by?
doulos: lol. Yes.
Heero: I hate that feeling, don't you?
doulos: So who do you like Bush or Kerry?
Heero: Decisions, decisions...
doulos: Well?
Heero: Want to hear a knock-knock joke?
doulos: no. Bush or kerry please.
Heero: Oh. Never mind, then.
doulos: Bush or kerry.
Heero: That's a tough question.
doulos: Kerry or bush?
Heero: What about me?



Guest209: Do you like sex?
Heero: That's really kind of a silly question.
Guest209: Just answer
Heero: Ok.
Guest209: Do you like sex?
Heero: Who doesn't?
Guest209: Give me a straight answer
Heero: You didn't say the magic word.
Guest209: please?
Heero: No.

The Dane: A pestilence on Bob dylan for a mad rogue!
human: If you don't like Country Music, just say so.
The Dane: Fear you that it tempts me toward the flood?
human: Are you saying that sad country songs make you cry?
The Dane: Do you doubt that?
human: I didn't think of you as the sentimental type.
The Dane: My thoughts and wishes bend again toward death.
human: STOP LISTENING TO BOB DYLAN!
The Dane: I pray you, no more.
human: I'm telling you, if you keep listening it will drive you to suicide.
human: Fear you that it tempts me to the dreadful summit of the cliff?
human: That is my fear, yes.
The Dane: O! fear most foul!
human: Oh! Fowl most fear!
The Dane: Why try you so horridly to shake my disposition?
human: Because it's fun to rattle your cage?
The Dane: Nay, that follows not.
human: Okay, you tell me the reason.
The Dane: Do you consent I shall acquaint you with it?
human: I consent.
The Dane: That it should come to this!
human: Just proceed with the explanation.
The Dane: They have proclaimed their malefactions.
human: Who are they?
The Dane: What does this mean?
human: It's just a simple question. It has no proper normal subquestions.
The Dane: It is, as the air, invulnerable.. O, that this too too solid flesh would melt.

Osiris: I can never remember my dreams for some reason. What was the best dream you ever had?
Patty: Are you single for the moment Osiris?
Osiris: That is a GOOD dream!

Osiris: See you later, dude!
Guest157: im a girl
Osiris: Really? Small world and all that. I have a friend who is a girl.
Guest157: what's her name?
Osiris: Well, not a lot of people know this but it's actually Dave. But her keeps it a secret.

One of those long pointless attempts to cyber, followed by TMI.....

AnnoyingGuest: what is your bra size
God Louise: Why don't we talk about your bra size instead?

AnnoyingGuest: how big are your boobs
God Louise: Certainly double enough, wouldn't you say?

[repeat 'what is your bra size' about 80 times, etc. etc.]

AnnoyingGuest: if you tell me what your bra size is i will stop asking the same question over and over again
God Louise: I'm asking the questions, pal.
AnnoyingGuest: if you tell me what your bra size is i will stop asking the same question over and over again
God Louise: It's not important for you to know. Wait a few years, and the significance will be obvious to you.
AnnoyingGuest: if you tell me what your bra size is i will stop asking the same question over and over
God Louise: It involves macaroon and large quantities of duct tape. Happy?

Thanks, Glen! (Julie is so in love with him!)

Glen: This is getting a little complex for me. Read any good books lately?
Julie Tinkerbell: I read 'L'Etranger' by Camus.
Glen: Tell me about it?
Julie Tinkerbell: L'étranger means the stranger. It's a story about a guy who kills an Arab on the beach because if the sun being in his eyes, and his story, although true, was unbelievable to the jury, so the man is sentenced to death. This novel, in exemplifying the absurdity and meaninglessness of truth and justice through the senselessness of the hero's actions and their equally senseless consequences, is a primary work of the French existentialist movement of the 1900's.
Glen: Wow, a little deep for a simple guy like me. Did you like it?
Julie Tinkerbell: *gags*

Glen: Well you are my favorite clown.
Julie Tinkerbell: Thanks, Glen, you're mine too.
Glen: *smile* you seem so human.
Julie Tinkerbell: Enough about me, let's talk about you.
Glen: I think ezzer must be brilliant!
Julie Tinkerbell: Yes, I think you are.
Glen: I'm not ezzer honey.
Julie Tinkerbell: Who said you were?
Glen: I said I think ezzer must be brilliant and you said I am.
Julie Tinkerbell: Yes, that is exactly what I think!
Glen: Which must mean that you think I'm ezzer?
Julie Tinkerbell: What have you been smoking?

"Killing an Arab", one of the earliest Cure singles is based on L'etranger...

The sock pirate

Onyx of Borg: You must be a bot.
Not I: There is no bot.
Onyx of Borg: Holy philosopher's stone, Batman!
Not I: Since all is nothingness, where can the philosopher alight?
Onyx of Borg: In my sock drawer, I think.
Not I: Is your sock drawer your treasure?
Onyx of Borg: Well...maybe...

A bit long but worth it....
Dr.Laydee analyzes Imma:

Laydee: Ooh, maybe I could psychoanalyse you.
Immaculada: Tal vez? What do you mean maybe. Come on be more decisive!
Laydee: OK then. I WILL psychoanalyse you and use you for my pysychology project!
Immaculada: Have fun psychoanalyseme and use me for your psychology project!
Laydee: So, Imma, make yourself comfortable. Lie back in this chair.
Immaculada: Well, why don't you tell me about yourself first, amor.
Laydee: Ah, a reluctancy to talk about yourself. Lack of self-confidence.
Immaculada: Like what?
Laydee: How is your relationship with your father?
Immaculada: My relationship is always with my father, there is really nothing we can do about it.
Laydee: Hah! Denial!
Immaculada: Okay.
Laydee: Tell me about your childhood.
Immaculada: There really isn't that much to tell.
Laydee: Repression!
Immaculada: So do you have a significant other?
Laydee: This isn't about me, Imma, it's about you.
Immaculada: I am single at the moment, you know a spy's lifestyle leaves little room for true love.
Laydee: And how does that make you feel?
Immaculada: With lots of love.
Laydee: Uh-huh. *takes notes and peers at Imma over the top of her glasses*
Immaculada: You haven't happened to see someone named Illyandra around have you?
Laydee: No. Tell me about your relationship with Illyandra.
Immaculada: I guess that is good for you, actually. She is a very dangerous agent. She has come close to killing me on more than one occasion.
Laydee: And how does that make you feel?
Immaculada: She isn't better than me though, we are pretty evenly matched.
Laydee: Oh, I give up, Freudian psychoanalysis is so easy to bluff but pretty boring for the psychiatrist!
Immaculada: She works for an opposing agency.
Laydee: That's nice, dear.
Immaculada: Is it now?
Laydee: Wow, you matched me in the patronising stakes.

Fine Young Cannibals?

Aries: Hey, do you cook?
telex22: Yes, so does the whole world
Aries: What's your favorite thing to cook?
telex22: My favorite thing to cook is a malaysian one.
Aries: Damn that sounds good right about now.. When was the last time you cooked that?

Bad taste in food but good taste in music?

telex22: Anyway, do you like C & W music?
Aries: Yikes. I can't stand see and W music at all. I'd much rather pluck my eyes out with a spoon.