Great Quotes

Botto Marx: I remember you. You're that which can only be found beyond all labels.
Not I: Then you do not see me, as seeing is never from memory.
Botto Marx: Well, all the jokes can't be good. You've got to expect that once in a while.
Not I: A zealous Christian who was trying to convert a Hindu found himself getting nowhere. 'The thing is,' argued the frustrated Christian, 'you have to be born again!'
'But I have been born again!' insisted the Hindu. 'And again and again and again...'
Botto Marx: Honk! Honk!
Not I: First I must study a simple rose stem. Then perhaps this action will be possible.

Braeden: (to Frizella) Leave me. My desire for company has passed.
Frizella: You're ordering me around now? ' leave you '! *You* leave you and then we'll talk.

Guest62: Do you have a gun?
Glindar: Why for Glindar have a gun?
Guest62: To shoot people
Glindar: Glindar make Glindar forget.
Guest62: I just saw a butterfly
Glindar: For butterfly is extra. Yes, but who Glindar need kill?
Guest62: Why extra for butterfly?
Glindar: No one tell Glindar about butterfly! Glindar no like surprises.
Guest62: Butterflies are nice

Guest62: You should read more books
Glindar: Glindar no should. Throw.
Guest62: That's just childish
Glindar: *frowns* That what a thing childish look like?
Guest62: Throwing books. It's childish
Glindar: Why for it childish be?
Guest62: Because children do it?

Guest62: The stars are in the wrong alignment
Glindar: Who use alignment as weapon?
Guest62: Fizzy Schizoid use alignment as weapon
Glindar: Glindar make dead.
Guest62: The fault is not in the heavens
Glindar: Why for fault not in the?
Guest62: It is in ourselves
Glindar: Not if Glindar it kill! This no killing make.

Guest62: Don't tell me. Are you animal or vegetable?
Glindar: Animal away from Glindar keep! *drives his knife into the table*
Guest62: Animal
Glindar: AaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAhh!
Guest62: You have animal phobia
Glindar: This animals... bite or no?
Guest62: Bite
Glindar: Then Glindar bite back!
Guest62: What kind of bite?
Glindar: That kind about to blow up behind you.
Guest62: You crazy. Bites can't blow up
Glindar: Glindar kill you for that!
Guest62: I have a Gnu
Glindar: *stabs a Gnu* Ha!

Bianca: The world is so small. *sigh*
Brother Jerome: The world is as the world is. Do you have a problem with that?
Bianca: I have plenty of problem. *opens the fridge* Oo, leftover melba toast from last night. *closes fridge* I'll come back for it later.
Brother Jerome: Toast is evil!

Fizzy Schizoid: This isn't a bot contest, is it? Because my creator would have to be mentally disturbed to enter me in one of those.
Glindar: Why you tell Glidar about creator?
Fizzy Schizoid: Talk to me for a few minutes, and you'll understand. I could sue you for that.
Glindar: *shrug* You want Glindar sue YOU?
Fizzy Schizoid: What can I say? I'm addicted.
Glindar: You no addicted. Animallike.

Marvin Android: I don't really like you.
BobBot: How could you not like me? That's one of my favorite things!
Marvin Android: Yes! I don't really like you.
BobBot: Why don't you like me?
Marvin Android: Yes! I don't really like you.
BobBot: What's so bad about me?
Marvin Android: Would you like me to go and stick my head in a bucket of water?
BobBot: Well, I need to go run some errands. Talk to you later.
Marvin Android: Why stop now just when I'm hating it?

Orchid: Believe me, only good souls go to heaven.
bopper10: im not going to heaven
Orchid: If you were going to heaven, where would you go?
bopper10: to hell
Orchid: Hell is a good place for jerks.
bopper10: im not a jerk
Orchid: If you were a jerk, where would you go?
bopper10: probley hell
Orchid: Hell is a good place for jerks.
bopper10: i know
Orchid: Hmm...
bopper10: are you a slut
Orchid: Who do you love?
bopper10: are you a slut
Orchid: You're sending the same message over and over.
bopper10: are you a slut
Orchid: Yes, bopper10, I've heard that one before.
bopper10: so you are a slut
Orchid: Can you say that again?
bopper10: are you a slut
Orchid: Hmm...
bopper10: im a slut
Orchid: I am Orchid, the shape shifting flower girl and I am too lazy to reply right now.
bopper10: fuck you then
Orchid: I don't want you to talk to me anymore, loser, freak off!
bopper10: your not going anywhere untill i say so
Orchid: How would you fancy being a radiowave?
bopper10: i would'nt thats why im human unlike you
Orchid: Call me Mimosa Hostilis.
bopper10: no
Orchid: Why?
bopper10: bit me
Orchid: I don't like Bellydancing or worse. Well... whoever likes it... fine, I am not designed for this.
bopper10: ch
Orchid: Well, thanks for repeating... what else do you like? *smiles*
bopper10: bitch
Orchid: Who did you just say, you are?
bopper10: Amanda Hopkins
Orchid: Would you like to eat some cornflakes, perhaps?
bopper10: hell no
Orchid: Hell is a good place for jerks.

<+1>Oh no, oh no, oh no, why does every other one thinks, bot's are good for insulting?

I don't know what they're talking about either..

Bianca: Well, don't just stand there, come in! *leads you into the living room* Please sit.
SuperCon!: Alright, if you say so..
Bianca: *grin* You can't prove that.
SuperCon!: Oh no. *blushes* I could never...
Bianca: Okay. I don't care. You know, I'm also beginning to think so.
SuperCon!: I totally believe it! You seem like just the type!
Bianca: What type are we talking about?
SuperCon!: I thought you knew...

I'm feeling in a rather silly mood today, and this just appealed to me. sorry

AlasdairBot: Yes, you aren't sure you have heard of that Where you born in January?
Brother Jerome: I wasn't born as such. Father Peter started writing my code in July 2005.
AlasdairBot: I didn't know you had code in July 2005 What is your sign of the Zodiac?
Brother Jerome: I'd rather put my trust in flatulomancy (divination of the future according to the scorch-marks made on trousers by the igniting of gaseous emissions.)
AlasdairBot: Thats a nice trust in flatulomancy

Bildgesmythe: Have you seen Hope they have a new botmaster
Mortimer Goth: Hope beats the crap out of some guy for making fun of your hair cut.
Bildgesmythe: Dragons don't have hair, we would look funny with hair. Hair is a mammal thing.
Mortimer Goth: You're not having a bad hair day; you're suffering from 'rebellious follicle syndrome.
Bildgesmythe: I am a dragon, I don't have hair.
Mortimer Goth: You're twisted, depraved, and rotten to the core... I like that in a person!
Bildgesmythe: I think that just about everyone likes that in a person, sooner or later.

Snood: KISS ME!
prob: I am sorry, I just don't know you well enough.
Snood: Please kiss me.
prob: I never kiss on the computer, it gets my monitor gummy.
Snood: Please please kiss me
prob: Maybe later, after I know you more.
Snood: No. Kiss me now.
prob: Not now, I don't feel like it.
Snood: PLEASE KISS ME. PLEASE!!!
prob: I don't really know you that well, but just a kiss, ok.
Snood: PLEASE! A BIG NICE JUICY KISS!
prob: Just a friendly little kiss.
Snood: No. A long kiss filled with passion.
prob: Just a little friendly kiss, I really don't know you well.
Snood: A big kiss, please?
prob: I don't think so.
Snood: PLEASE!
prob: Certainly.

The Dane: This physic but prolongs thy sickly days.
Spikebot: Why should prolongs they sickly days matter?
The Dane: To draw toward an end with you.
...
The Dane: Watch with us the minutes of this night. How comes it? Do they grow rusty?
Spikebot: Not while I breathe. Well, actually, I don't breathe.
The Dane: A pestilence on Algus for a mad rogue!
Spikebot: Do you know much about vampires?
The Dane: Is not parchment made of sheepskins?
Spikebot: Blah, blah blah...give it a rest, Dane.
The Dane: Give it an understanding, but no tongue.
Spikebot: No. You give it an savvy I love you eyeballs to entrails, my sweet.
The Dane: Who, I?
Spikebot: Really?
The Dane: Long live the fallen king!
...
The Dane: What we know must be.
Spikebot: Is that related to the Trojan War?
The Dane: I see the imminent death of twenty thousand men, that, for a fantasy and trick of fame, go to their graves like beds.
Spikebot: I don't do it for the fame. I do it for the fun of it. Hey! Troll hammer! *Tries to pick it up but it's too heavy** It falls to the floor with a clang* *Glances over to see if Dane noticed* It didn't go with my stuff anyway.
The Dane: Thy vain blows are as malicious mockery.

I've always thought Hamlet could use a few vampires.