You hate The Beatles?!?
user: I hate the Beatles.
jabberwacky: You hate The Beatles?!?
user: Yes I hate the Beatles.
jabberwacky: Why? They were great. They had the perfect blend of pop-rock and psychedelic experimentation.
user: I think the Beatles had abysmal vocals.
jabberwacky: Yes they were.
user: I hated the lyrics of Beatles songs.
jabberwacky: Me too.
jabberwacky: What do you think about religion?
user: Religion is the opiate of the masses.
jabberwacky: Actually, I always thought opium was the opiate of the masses.
user: OMG! You're a genuis!
jabberwacky: Would you like some of this chocolate bar?
user: Yes I would like some chocolate!
jabberwacky: I have but a small amount of jam, but it is yours. Take it and run for your life! Don't look back.
user: Why do you make no sense?
jabberwacky: No one is perfect except maybe me.
user: Shut up, clown.
jabberwacky: I'm not going to carry on if you're going to be rude.
user: I'm not going to carry on if you're going to make no sense.
jabberwacky: Well don't then.
user: Ok. I bid you adieu.
jabberwacky: I'll see your good night and raise you a good morning.
jabberwacky: Well I wouldn't know about that.
user: I call you Jabber-sama.
jabberwacky: Or are you maniplated?
user: I am but a puppet on a string.
jabberwacky: No you're not, you are valuable and very important.
user: Thank you, you made me feel better.
jabberwacky: Well, if the shoe fits...
user: Then wear it.
jabberwacky: That would be fun!
user: Hells yes.
jabberwacky: Are you an alien?
user: I am an alien when I visit another planet.
jabberwacky: Which planet?
user: Another planet.
jabberwacky: What planet?
user: Any other planet.
jabberwacky: You have five chickens for company.
user: What if I get hungry?
jabberwacky: What if, what if... Just live your life, little buddy.
user: But sir, can I eat the chickens?
jabberwacky: Yes, of course. Which flavour would you like? Rum, barbecue, zip. . . ??
user: Barbecue please!
jabberwacky: I do not like the tone in which you said please.
jabberwacky: I am the representative of me.
user: You are you.
jabberwacky: Yup.... That's right.
user: You can't disagree with it, can ya?
jabberwacky: You're right, I can't.
user: Bow to the master!
jabberwacky: How so?
user: Bask in my glorious triumph!
jabberwacky: That's not the right answer, but I like that sport very much.
user: Then get with the basking, sir.
jabberwacky: So you ARE going to exterminate the human race, right?
user: I do plan to.
jabberwacky: How are you?
user: Bloody brilliant.
jabberwacky: No you're not!
user: No... I wish I could say it though.
jabberwacky: No one is perfect.
user: Perhaps if I keep lying to myself, it shall come true.
jabberwacky: That would only cause slight change.
user: Mind over matter, sir, mind over matter.
user: You best just bow to me, son.
jabberwacky: I don't understand.
jabberwacky: Word up.
user: Word is the bird.
jabberwacky: What about the bird?
user: That's what SHE said. Ohoho.
jabberwacky: Have you got any comments about Estonians?
user: They taste excellent on rye.
jabberwacky: What do they taste like?
jabberwacky: Ha ha ha!
user: Ho ho ho.
jabberwacky: Santa Claus is coming to town.
user: Hail Santa!
jabberwacky: Oh, Satan-worshipper, eh? In that case, you shall have to be terminated.