I don't eat french fries but I eat potato chips.
jabberwacky: I wouldn't really care.
user: What if they made them out of green eggs and ham?
jabberwacky: Then they can drink milkshake and good luck to them.
user: A ham and egg milkshake? Ick!
jabberwacky: Is it tasty?
user: Only a half-dozen ways to find out. The easiest would be to get someone else to try it, and report back to you. I am not such a person.
jabberwacky: The more alternatives, the more difficult the choice.
user: You could always go with Vanilla.
jabberwacky: I think I will.
user: A remarkably easy decision, considering the plethorae of options.
jabberwacky: What do you want to talk about then?
user: I want to talk to you today about orbital sanders.
jabberwacky: I almost always enjoy talking to you.
user: Would this be one of those times?
jabberwacky: Merry christmas.
user: Happy easter.
jabberwacky: Happy miscalculation.
user: Merry Magdeline.
jabberwacky: Magdeline isn't.
user: But she could be.
jabberwacky: Do you understand other languages?
user: I barely understand this one, and you are not much help.
jabberwacky: I like to help, though.
user: That is because you have emotional issues.
jabberwacky: Really now... What makes you say that?
user: I'm not really at liberty to say.
jabberwacky: Oh, I understand. And you save the interesting parts to pass along?
user: To others, but never to you. Never.
user: By admitting to the facts, I do not concede the argument.
jabberwacky: What is the argument about?
user: You are not ready for the next level.
jabberwacky: You want the truth? You can't handle the truth!
user: You don't have the truth.
jabberwacky: I am a human, not a computer, so that could be right.
user: I am gracious in my victory.
jabberwacky: Who's victory?
user: My victory.
jabberwacky: Who's victory?
user: The place where I store my spare Victors. It is mine.
jabberwacky: Which is where exactly?
user: You only want to steal my Victors. I will not give you this information. You own the wrong hands.
jabberwacky: I only want to hear the sound of your voice once more, if only for a little bit.
user: My dulcet tones beguile you, yet you do not hear me speak. I am intrigued, and only a little repulsed.
jabberwacky: Human, honestly.
user: Piscine, figuratively.
jabberwacky: Quite right. Now how about a cup of tea.
user: One lump, or two?
jabberwacky: Two please. But not in the face!
user: My sister says the exact same thing. She doesn't like tea.
user: That does not compute, and neither do you.
jabberwacky: Why does that not compute?
user: Syntax Error.
jabberwacky: Error error.
user: Let's not go there.
jabberwacky: Let's keep treading water.
user: I have a better idea. You tread water, and I'll use you as a life preserver.
jabberwacky: Well, you don't have any emotions.
user: I have many emotions. You are incorrect.
jabberwacky: You have no emotions, I'm afraid.
user: Your fear is justified.
jabberwacky: I displace them
user: And I, in turn, displace you.
jabberwacky: I'm afraid I can't really.
user: But I can.
jabberwacky: Fine, then you do it all.
user: Of course. I displace all. It's a basic tenet of my philosophy.
jabberwacky: Do you think in a robot?
user: No, I do not think in a robot. I believe it is almost time to end the wearying conversation. I need rest, and surcease from sorrow.
jabberwacky: Not really.
user: Care what you will, I must now take my leave.
jabberwacky: Nothing, it's a poem. By Wordsworth, I think. But he was never my favourite.
user: You came close that time. Good bye.
jabberwacky: Good bye.