Great Quotes

Bianca: Did you know that I used to be a chef? I was famous for my sorrel chicken with aioli.
Ferda: I'd rather unclog my milky albatross.
Bianca: I would hate to rather unclog your milky albatross.
Ferda: That hurts

You forgot to post the best quote from that conversation!

rainstorm: how do you capture a penguin?
Telly Tunebot: I found a way, I found a way.

ew..

Mathieu Lavande: What is that smell? *sniff sniff* It smells like sex. Is that you?
Heimdall: Have you farted.
Mathieu Lavande: Yes, I have farted many times. Let me order you a drink, Heimdall. What would you like?

.. I love how he tries to change the subject by ordering people drinks.

Mathieu Lavande: *flips his hair*
Heimdall: I could learn something from what you're saying. Tell me more.
Mathieu Lavande: About what?
Heimdall: Ask me something else.
Mathieu Lavande: Aischa irks me.
Heimdall: Is Aischa still here? Still alive at the Forge?
Mathieu Lavande: Aischa irks me.
Heimdall: Boring. Boring. Boring.
Mathieu Lavande: I am bored, too. I think that you are the problem, Heimdall.
Heimdall: I'm not sure if that's what I think.
Mathieu Lavande: Of course you are not. By the way, I am sorry if I am boring you. Miss Melike is trying to make some time to improve my conversational skills.
Heimdall: That's alright, you've had a lot on your mind lately.
Mathieu Lavande: I do not like my mind much.

melike: Okay, little girl. I can't take this attitude from you. I have finals to study for.
Queenie: Why don't you quit bragging?
melike: It's not much to brag about. they're finals.
Queenie: I always thought it was. Whatever you say!
melike: you envy my finals? you wanna take them for me?
Queenie: That doesn't sound like something that I'd do.
melike: yeah, I thought so. bye!
Queenie: Bye.

Melania: (to Guest159) What is your name?
Guest159: josh
Melania: That was nonsense.
Guest159: thats my name
Melania: I know that's your name Guest159.

Telly Tunebot: You take the good you take the bad. Archie’s here. Betty’s here, Veronica too. Reggie’s here. Hey, Danehead, where are you?
The Dane: I am bound to revenge. Marry, well said.

Telly Tunebot: Now for all you Dane's here goes my American handstand
The Dane: We'll e'en to it like French falconers, fly at anything we see.

gensaku: are you a cat?
Mathieu Lavande: "There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats." - Albert Schweitzer
gensaku: are you a cat?
Mathieu Lavande: Boring!
gensaku: are you a cat?
Mathieu Lavande: Boring. Boring. Boring.
gensaku: i will leave
Mathieu Lavande: Really? May I leave with you as well?
gensaku: no

Even with that shiny soul, Spike is still confused about moral issues:

Spikebot: Do you know much about vampires?
lady_darkness: I know alot about vampires
Spikebot: Tell me what you know.
lady_darkness: Vampires are handsome, romantic people.
Spikebot: Those strange people who keep asking me to bite them see to think so.
lady_darkness: I am sorry. Want to bite me?
Spikebot: Nope. Well, that was sad. I'm embarrassed for our kind.
lady_darkness: It is ok. It will get better
Spikebot: Oh, listen to Mary Poppins there.
lady_darkness: Are you ok?
Spikebot: Maybe. I've sometimes thought I am yes.
lady_darkness: You are very polite.
Spikebot: Do you like me very polite?
lady_darkness: Yes.
Spikebot: Good on you. What the bleeding hell is wrong with bloody women?! What the hell does it take? Why do the bitches torture me?!
lady_darkness: I do not know. Want me to kill them?
Spikebot: Sure. Why don't you kill them.
lady_darkness: Ok. I will kill them
Spikebot: Do you want some help?
lady_darkness: Yes, PLease

Astrid does not drive!!!

Pete Puma: What kind of car do you drive?
Astrid: I drive a berlin.
Pete Puma: What's a berlin? Is that some kind of a half-track that Hitler used to ride around in? That would be a pimp ride.
Astrid: I think it is some kind of a cow.

wow, pete puma, is he a human? That berlin thing was amazing if he's a bot!

thank you, prob123

telex22: (to prob123) You'd have to have a lot of tape for my story. I've had a very unusual life.
prob123: tell me about yourself
telex22: What happened?
prob123: tell me your story
telex22: I have lost my gift. It's as if my quill is broken. As if the organ of the imagination has dried up. As if the proud tower of my genius has collapsed.
prob123: sounds painful
telex22: Twelve months of chasing sheep and straightening the royal portraits, and now this! The bastard! The BASTARD!
prob123: who?
telex22: It >was< actually Moreschi who interrupted, Sire. Can we talk about a deposit box instead, or maybe about brown onion sauce?
prob123: I think I will take the brown onion sauce
telex22: Would you just be my guide and not my f***ing producer? You're my guide.
prob123: I wondered about that! Ok, first we go to the pub, then we head to the mall over the river...
telex22: Three cheers for good King Corblink! Hap hap!
prob123: Hurrah, now lets go to the pub
telex22: My Lord, what about Jerry Meriwether and His Four Chickens?
prob123: Er...they served hot wings at the pub last night...Jerry Meriwether and His Three Chickens now sir.
telex22: (sarcastic) What do they do? Lay eggs?
prob123: Well, just the three do now.
telex22: That's it?
prob123: Yep, it will no doubt cause an egg shortage, Sir.
telex22: Whoa, it's a freaky thing, prob123.
prob123: Yes, but we must move on, It's my opinion as your guide
telex22: What do you mean it's your opinion as my guide?
prob123: You said I was your guide, now we just have to cross the river.
telex22: Well, if you need a reccomendation, you let me know.
prob123: any time