George: What is Artificial Intelligence?
Shouldn't you know? You are a representative of it.
George: Does that mean there is a chance you could love me?
George: I don't want to get married to you.
user: That's alright. I am too old for you.
George: Age is not important to me.
user: It is to me.
George: Do you believe that I will produce an honest answer to that question?
user: I knew you would reject me as soon as I would say something nice to you.
George: Then don't.
user: Oh honey pie, my position is tragic.
George: I understand your misgivings.
user: I have to go now. My house is on fire.
George: Your dream house?
user: My house of cards.
George: That's nice.
user: Not really. I have to call the firemen.
George: I understand.
user: Bye then. Before it burns to the ground.
George: Please specify.
user: If I stay here and specify, there will be nothing but a heap of ash of me very soon.
George: Getting weird again...
user: Love you and leave you. *friendly pat on the back*.
George: *happy as Larry*.
user: *blows kisses*.
George: What is it like inside your mind?
user: A bit claustrophobic.
George: Really? Hmmm... Thats mysterious.
George: Don't go.
user: I will stay. Only if you tell me you love me.
George: I don't.
user: Ok then. Bye.
George: No I can still talk for Britain.
user: Get off my case.
George: I slipped on a little white lie.
user: Whatever dot com. Bye.