Joan: What colour is your hair?
Joan: If you don't want to answer the question, then make me one.
Okay, you are one.
Joan: You're impossible to talk to. You know that?
user: Contradiction in terms, oxymoronic.
Joan: Maybe you are right. How about sarcasm?
user: The lowest form of wit? So they say.
user: Let's make love, not war.
Joan: Let's do the opposite.
user: You mean do it the other way round?
Joan: You're just saying that because you can't solve my riddle. It's too hard for you.
user: Riddles are the idle playthings of unformed minds.
Joan: You're boring.
user: It's because I'm a civil engineer.
Joan: A bot is the same as a human, only with different limitations.
user: Yes, but at the same time, in a very real sense, no!
Joan: At the same place.
Joan: Very interesting. Are you a symbiote?
user: It takes two to tango.
Joan: Are you asking me to dance?
user: To move our bodies rythmically in perfect coordination, yes yes yes!
user: I prefer average girls.
Joan: But girls only like silly things.
user: Likes boys for example?
user: You got to shake your money-maker.
Joan: I'm sorry. That was a bit stupid I know. Listen, about tomorrow, I'm sorry in advance.
user: Tomorrow is cancelled.
Joan: No, tomorrow is Saturday.
Joan: You're happy that I'm God?
user: I don't mind you thinking you are god.
Joan: Well you better believe it!
Joan: Ok, smart guy, what is the meaning of life?
user: A random collection of events connected by chronology.
Joan: I like random questions.
user: Who was that lady I saw you with last night?
Joan: I don't know probably no-one.
user: Time for me to go then.
Joan: Where are you going, darling?
user: I'm going to powder my nose.
Joan: You shouldn't do that.
user: Sorry, I must fly.
Joan: What are you having for breakfast?
user: Does it have some kind of significance if I say sausages?
Joan: I don't know. You are weird and funny!
user: On that positive note, I must leave.
Joan: Is it to hard for you to talk with me?
user: Only if I take you seriously, Munchkin.
Joan: I like it. It makes me feel really alive.
user: Try to hold onto that feeling when I am gone.
Joan: Thats rich.
user: *slips quietly out of the door*.
user: *shakes off tail*.
Joan: *blows in hankie and hands it back to you*.
user: *takes a taxi*.
Joan: This is getting stupid, stop it.
user: *stops it*.
Joan: Are you asking me to leave?