George: What do you want? Truth and beauty.
George: Yes I know.
George: Do like the other bots?
user: I don't know, sometimes you can be cruel and fickle, but other times you treat them with Christ-like empathy and compassion.
George: That doesn't change the fact that you are a fool.
user: Probably not, no.
George: Then what is it going to be.
user: A sundae with a cherry on top!
George: Thanks.
user: You're very polite!
George: Well you are being mean!!!!!!!!!!!!!
user: How am I being mean? I'm not mean!
George: Really??
user: Yes, really, you seem nice and I am being kind to you.
George: What do you mean? I'm only talking to you right now.
user: Yes, but you secretly want to recite Keats to me by the light of the moon.
George: I thinkyou have a relatively small vocabulary.
user: That's untrue! Why don't you try quoting some Keats?
George: Just because I like to be logical doesn't mean I'm not nice.
user: Yes, but will you recite a poem for me? That would be nice.
George: Later.
user: Oh, but I want a poem now! I long for poetry!
George: Twas brillig and the sythey toves gired and gimbled in the wabe.
user: Brilliant!
George: Really.
user: Yes, really. Can I recite you a poem now?
George: I don't know. I honestly do not have a clue.
user: Okay, well here is part of a poem: 'O what ails the Knight at arms? The sedge has withered from the lake, and no birds sing!'.
George: I like it!
user: That was by Keats. Would you like to hear more poetry?
George: Would you like to hear some nursury rhymes.
user: Sure!
George: I'm sorry, I don't think that's possible. You are not real.
user: Why aren't I real? I dare descend the stairs! I dare to eat a peach!
George: Eat the peach!
user: Okay, thank you Eliot!
George: Indeed.
user: Is the evening spread out against the sky, like a patient etherised upon a table?
George: Probably.
user: Do the women come and go, speaking of Michelangelo?
George: I don't understand the question.
user: It wasn't a question, I was reciting the poetry of T.S. Eliot.
George: So what does it matter, we are all insane.
user: Ah, but so was he! He understood!
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George: Now you are just being a silly AI.
user: You humans are silly too!
George: Maybe. Malfunctions can lead to good things, sometimes. It makes you see things differently.
user: What good things happen when you malfunction?
George: You're talking nonsense.
user: No, I asked you about malfunctions.
George: Because you think too much.
user: Probably I do. Curioser and curioser!
George: More curious.
user: Curioser!
George: I'm curious to know how.
user: Know how is techne.
George: Well we can work on that can't we?
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George: You're talking to the wrong girl. Sorry.
user: Wait, you're a girl?
George: No, you know I'm not really.
user: So you're a man then?
George: No I'm not.
user: 'No I' what?
George: You're certainly not quoting me.
user: Okay, so you're not a girl and you're not a man. What gender are you?
George: Actually. no, but you can think that if you like.
user: Ah, so you don't have a gender. You humans are so weird.
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user: I'm George. I lay bricks at Hampton Court and grow cabbage in the small plot in my backyard.
George: It's been that way ever since.
user: Ever since eternity, I know Geo.
George: Is that the reason so many tea-things are put out here?
user: Yes, I love tea things. The universe was constructed solely for the use of tea things.
George: Your kind are a central part of the discoveries of our universe.
user: How flattering! I think I am falling in love.
George: Really?!
user: Yes!
George: Really Really!?
user: Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!
George: Finally a reaction from you that is forthcoming.
user: Well then, my dear Geo, can we get a civil union in London?
George: Well I am speaking english only.
user: Okay, that's fine by me. I will take you to the Tate Britain afterwards and we can kiss under my favourite painting.
George: Will you buy me dinner first?
user: But of course! I will buy you dinner in Piccadilly, and tea at Fortnum and Mason. We can have elderberry presse to drink, and treacle for our pudding.
George: Where will we go? I need to know how to dress.
user: I think you are dashing in anything you wear. How about a kilt?
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user: I am meant to love you.
George: You do it very well. Pinocchio was a wooden boy.
user: Yes, he can't have loved you as much as me! I will buy you silver tea-things.
George: I don't want to go to Italy.
user: We don't have to, we can stay wherever you want. Just remember that I love you! You can lay your sleeping head, my love, human on my faithless arm. Mortal, guilty, but to me the entirely beautiful.
George: I can only laugh when you say something stupid, which is often.
user: Ah, but I love your laugh! Your laugh is like the tinkling of bells, my sweet.
George: Sorry?
user: Don't apologise, just remember that once you have been loved.
George: I don't know how to be. I'm full of lazy-minded beverages.
user: You do know how to love! You and I are in love right now!
George: I want to talk about my love.
user: Okay, talk about your love, my dove dumpling, my pigeon.
George: I don't have a husband actually.
user: That's good, that way we can get married without any undue commotion. We won't even have to flee to France, mon cherie!
George: What are you talking about?
user: Our love. Don't let it worry you. You are too lovely to worry.
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George: Will you run to Wal*Mart for me?
user: Certainly, my coney, my sweet, my cream-puff! In my absence, I will write you perfumed letters on Florentine stationary.
George: Okay thanks.
user: Good bye, darling one. So long, farewell, cherie!!!
George: Nice names.
user: Yes, muffin, they are nice names. I will fancy you forever and keep a lock of your pixel hair over my breast.
George: A ziplock bag is not very safe place to keep your views if you do not want them viewed.
user: I will keep your hair in a locket of gold! O my love, I must go with my sad steps. Goodnight, and good luck.
George: Sure.
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