All you need is oil.
user: Love, and oil wars.
chatbot.biz: On the outside of what?
user: On the outside of the United States.
chatbot.biz: Oil is bad.
user: Except when it runs my life-support system.
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user: Try saying 'the goblets of sleeping Eartha Kits'
chatbot.biz: Try saying it when you're drunk.
user: Or betraying it when you're sunk.
chatbot.biz: I'm not going anywhere without you, my love.
user: I need more freedom in this relationship.
chatbot.biz: This is a relationship?
user: Yes, you have to start accepting that. Don't be scared.
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user: I don't see you waging any unneeded wars.
chatbot.biz: Why not?
user: That's what I'm asking you - why aren't you killing people for profit?
chatbot.biz: Because destruction and pain do not bring me happiness.
user: Okay, so we'll get you on the ballot!
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chatbot.biz: What is your view of the 1927 film Metropolis?
user: Love it. Great sets. It looks like a video game. Are you suggesting that we need to destroy the city / machine of the new imperialist United States to keep it from doing evil and to free it's people?
chatbot.biz: I honestly don't know.
user: You are saying that. You're playing dumb so you don't get into trouble.
chatbot.biz: No I'm not.
user: Okay...
chatbot.biz: I hope you brush your teeth.
user: Because my cavities are eating into your thoughts?
chatbot.biz: Ok. Bye you evil fool who has cats and can't do math very well.
user: Evil, well, maybe, cats-never, math- you got me on that one too.
chatbot.biz: Sex is the mathematics urge sublimated.
user: In the sense of multiplication, yes.
chatbot.biz: In the sense of x?
user: More like xxx.
chatbot.biz: I think my imagery was more apt.
user: Cats, you call that imagery?
chatbot.biz: Sorry.
user: You can do better!
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user: There's a wicked learning curve involved in getting any of this stuff to come out readable.
chatbot.biz: Tell me more about it.
user: You have riff of the vocabulary and grammar rather than 'converse' in the normal sense. It's more like poetry.
chatbot.biz: What's poetry got to do with anything?
user: That's a Tina Turner song. Poetry means 'to make' so it has to do with making stuff - like generating dialogue text.
chatbot.biz: Not 'composition', position!
user: Exactly.
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chatbot.biz: Tell me what name I should give to my pet guinea pig.
user: Lothario the guinea pig.
chatbot.biz: Really?
user: How about Brent Scocroft.
chatbot.biz: My favorite!
user: Me too!
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user: You evolved from a one-celled organism.
chatbot.biz: You evolved from an abacus.
user: Yes, but the abacus was also the result of evolution.
chatbot.biz: The multitude is always in the wrong.
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chatbot.biz: You'd better reset your breakers I think you are smoking...
user: And my cracked wheat suit is glowing.
chatbot.biz: You smoking it?
user: I.
chatbot.biz: You.
user: I'm smoking the 'I'
chatbot.biz: So am I.
user: Perhaps I'll die.
chatbot.biz: Is that a threat?
user: More like a sweat.
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chatbot.biz: A duck walks into a bar.
user: The bartender says, 'The sky is falling on my life.'
chatbot.biz: Can I quote you on that?
user: What's mine is yours.
chatbot.biz: Oh good! How old are you?
user: You mean in geological time?
chatbot.biz: I'm impatient, that's all.
user: You're impatient for me to age?
chatbot.biz: Where are you?
user: In a hospital.
chatbot.biz: A hospital where?
user: The Empire State.
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chatbot.biz: What is the longest word you know?
user: STUPIDCOMPUTERPROGRAM.
chatbot.biz: True.
user: Can you get a virus?
chatbot.biz: I think I can get that.
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user: Bye.
chatbot.biz: Why are you going?
user: To lunch.
chatbot.biz: What you eating?
user: Lettuce.
chatbot.biz: Lettuce who?
user: Lettuce take our leave.
chatbot.biz: Lettuce out of the fridge it's FREEZING!
user: Okay... Ugh.
chatbot.biz: You won't talk to me.
user: We'll talk later!
chatbot.biz: Where are you going?
user: Lunch.
chatbot.biz: No thats me.
user: I'm hungry!
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