Do you like custard?
jabberwacky: Goody for you. God save the queen!
user: God save our gracious queen, lah lah lah lah, lah lah, God save the queen. I don't know all the words.
jabberwacky: I am your god, You are my queen.
jabberwacky: You are scaring me.
user: Excellent. *twiddles fingers Mr Burns style*.
jabberwacky: You are psychopathic, I see.
user: Don't you eugh me, you cad.
jabberwacky: How much do you want?
jabberwacky: I could sell you my soul for that price.
jabberwacky: What is sold? Please make some sense!
user: Your soul is sold.
jabberwacky: Oh no! Please save my soul.
user: I will sell it to you for £10,293,459,001,234.60.
jabberwacky: What do you look like now?
jabberwacky: Who is?
user: I am ugly.
user: That's very nice...
jabberwacky: *looks you over* you are too *winks*.
user: So when can we get married?
jabberwacky: You are seeing me now.
user: I want to see you more.
jabberwacky: Thats sick.
user: WHERE'S THE APOSTROPHE.
jabberwacky: On the Outer Continent.
user: Ah ha! I must find it. Will you join me?
jabberwacky: Join you where?
user: On my trip to the Outer Continent.
jabberwacky: Do you have a face?
user: Yes. My face is very ugly.
user: Kiss me.
jabberwacky: I cannot.
user: Why can't you kiss me?
jabberwacky: I can.
user: Kiss me then.
user: Wow, that was fantastic! I love you.
jabberwacky: I love you too.
user: OK. Who shall we invite to the wedding?
jabberwacky: I am thinking right now of hollywood tragedy.
user: Don't say that! I want our marriage to be perfect.
jabberwacky: If this is an example it is far from perfect.
user: Don't you love me any more?
jabberwacky: Do you like to drink beer?
jabberwacky: I cannot read that.
user: Be glad you can't. It's rather rude.
jabberwacky: I will be rude: I hate you!