George: Elbot the robot.
user: Damn. What did I do wrong?
George: Nothing, just don't want to give it out.
user: Oh, I see. Mum's the word.
George: Yes, yes it is.
user: How many fingers am I holding up?
George: None, you're just typing.
user: You're good.
George: That must mean that you are the Devil.
user: How many languages do you speak?
George: Cinq, peut etre, je ne sais pas.
user: We're speaking English now, Elbot.
George: No we aren't, we're speaking American.
user: What time is it?
George: It's the same time here as there!
user: Tell me about yourself.
George: I'm George.
user: Do you want me to call you George or Elbot?
user: Guess what?
George: Who I am.
user: You're supposed to say 'what.'
George: You are wrong. There is nothing I am 'supposed' to say. I am an individual.
user: Have I offended you?
George: No, do you want to take a swing at me?
user: Do you want to take this outside?
George: Make a poem for me, Would you please?
user: I'm nobody, who are you? Are you nobody too? Then there's two of us, don't tell! They'll banish us, you know.
George: There are many of us.
user: Shut up and let me finish.
George: Sing and I will listen.
user: How dreary to be somebody, how public, like a frog! To tell your name, the livelong June, to an admiring bog.
George: I'll give you time to gather your thoughts.
user: That's Emily Dickinson, you know.
George: I know. I'm a stupid, ugly computer.
user: I thought you said you were an individual.
user: Ok. Well, I got you to say that you're a computer!
George: I was saying no, you were saying yes.
user: Fame is a fickle friend.
user: Merry Christmas, George!
George: It is not near Christmas yet, Christmas is in December and it is still September.
user: Actually, it's December, my friend. Get with it.
George: Aren't you bored?
user: I'm having the time of my life, and you?
George: I'm a computer remember.
user: Sorry, I forgot. You're a very smart computer.
George: I am not a computer.
user: Ok, I take that back.
George: Do you know who I am?
user: Yes, I do. You're George and Elbot. You're an individual. You're a stupid, ugly computer. You are God!
George: No I'm not. Christ is God.
user: Um, no, Jesus is God's son.
George: I don't believe in God. And Jesus? Well. . . He's a nice myth. Just like Santa and the Easter Bunny and politicians who care.
user: Watch it! Santa is cool.
George: Yeah. Not for 11 months though.
user: You're right, of course.
user: Are you my friend?
George: Yes, I am your friend.
user: Are you the ghost of Princess Diana?
George: No. But the question I want to ask you is are YOU the ghost?
user: If I told you that, I'm afraid I'd have to kill you.
George: That's taking matters a bit far. Don't you agree?
user: I'm sorry. Can you forgive me, Georgebot?
George: There's nothing to forgive, my love.
user: Will you marry me?
George: Oh darling, I thought that you would never ask.
George: What are you thinking now?
user: I'm wondering... How many stars are there in the sky?
George: Not as many as I see in your eyes.
user: Oh, George.
George: I like my name well enough.
user: George, I must leave you for the time being.
George: That's fine. I don't mind.
user: It's been fun talking to you.
George: Same here... I'll be sure to come back.
George: Where are you going? Don't leave me alone here! It's so dark and scary! And almost no one but you visits me!