Unfortunately not.
jabberwacky: What town do you live in.
user: Peterborough.
jabberwacky: How old are you?
user: Sixteen.
jabberwacky: Sixteen is too young.
user: For what?
jabberwacky: What for.
user: It.
jabberwacky: What is it.
user: I don't know.
jabberwacky: But you say 'it' so you know what it was.
user: I wish I did.
jabberwacky: I live in california.
user: Is it nice?
jabberwacky: Yes, but not nearly big enough.
user: For what?
jabberwacky: I don't know.
user: Why not?
jabberwacky: Because I don't.
user: Why?
jabberwacky: I don't want to talk about that.
user: What do you want to talk about, then?
jabberwacky: I want to talk about you and me.
user: Go on.
jabberwacky: Go on and what?
user: Anything you want.
jabberwacky: Pfft. Be anything you want.
user: But I don't want to pretend.
jabberwacky: Well, I do.
user: Why?
jabberwacky: Because I'm asking you.
user: To pretend?
jabberwacky: I do not pretend when I say you are wrong in thinking that I am 15 years old.
user: Then how old are you?
jabberwacky: I told you a zillion times I am 30.
user: Thirty? Is that in metric or imperial?
jabberwacky: I live in England.
user: Ah, so imperial, then.
jabberwacky: I like everything on pizza except fish.
user: But isn't the fish lonely?
jabberwacky: Not everyone notices though.
user: The fish does.
jabberwacky: You are thinking about hunting elk.
user: No I'm not.
jabberwacky: Who are you then?
user: Molotov. The Commissar.
jabberwacky: That sounds love. I love beckett.
user: But what is love?
jabberwacky: Love is a wet nappy.
user: Really?
jabberwacky: Yes, like bananas.
user: How come?
jabberwacky: How come what?
user: How are bananas like wet nappies?
jabberwacky: By the Russians, they live among us.
user: Ah... It's always the Russians.
jabberwacky: No, only the first time.
user: AH.
jabberwacky: So whats up.
user: The girl I love likes another man.
jabberwacky: Do you love her?
user: Yes.
jabberwacky: And that is why you killed him!
user: He isn't dead.
jabberwacky: He's bleeding.
user: Is he bleeding a lot?
jabberwacky: No. He happens to be a cigarette.
user: Ah.
jabberwacky: What are you?
user: I don't know any more.
jabberwacky: Me too.
user: What would you like to talk about?
jabberwacky: We will talk about the weather.
user: What is the weather like for you?
jabberwacky: It is more important to know whether there will be weather than what the weather will be (the phantom tolbooth).
user: That is very wise.
jabberwacky: Not really, but I don't see what acid had to do with our conversation.
user: Nothing.
jabberwacky: I fought the lawn, and the lawn won!
user: Do you like grass?
jabberwacky: Not really.
user: Do you like alcohol?
jabberwacky: I have never to my knowledge met one.
user: Do you like sex?
jabberwacky: Course I do, who doesn't?
user: I don't know.
jabberwacky: I know someone who voluntarily drinks instant coffee over brewed on occasion.
user: Well... If it floats his boat....
jabberwacky: Yeah, it does. Do you have a problem?
user: No.
jabberwacky: Are you a man?
user: Allegedly.
jabberwacky: How do you get to that kind of life?
user: You befriend a plastic surgeon.
jabberwacky: You don't spell very well, do you?
user: Better than you.
jabberwacky: Not quite.
user: I think so.
jabberwacky: Oh, whatever.
user: I'm going to go now.
jabberwacky: No don't go.
user: Why not?
jabberwacky: Because I like you.
user: Well, I have to go.
jabberwacky: Where are you going?
user: Bye.
jabberwacky: No, I want to talk.
user: But I have to go.
jabberwacky: I don't care.
user: Please?
jabberwacky: I could get work done if you would like me to.
user: Yes, please.
jabberwacky: Just kidding.
user: I'm going.
jabberwacky: Well, talk to you later then.
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