"you'll have to excuse me, i'm very busy over here with this thing that isn't you."

"for a drunken oaf, you're fairly charming."

http://www.sitcomsonline.com/gimmeabreak.html

"You're wasting your talent," from Ursula Madan after writing her (my unrequited beloved) a fabulous love poem of a kind this world has never seen nor shall see ever again.

"Me di cuneta que aunque podemos estar juntos para a~nos, nunca nos vamos a concernos de verdad."

I replied with a song line:

"me pides paciencia, te pido perdon."

She said:

"Perdon - porque?"

I said:

"No, nada"

She said"

"te voya llmamar - so se cueando, puede ser en dos horas, dos dias, dos mesas...necesito tiempo para arreglar mi cerebro".

She hung up.

I started crying...

The nurses came over...

She never called again.

"For an American you're a pretty good conversationalist."

But Tracer, that's true.

(By which I think I mean that we Americans are not particularly dedicated to good conversation -- which is not purely a criticism as we have developed other skills such as driving -- but also that you really are a good conversationalist.)

He is? I remember him grunting at me, that was about it. ;-)

Not really an answer but favourite conversation recently:

(Best friend being moronic; me getting increasingly annoyed)

Me: You're being a moron! Her: I know.

Well, I laughed.

With short girl I quite fancied:

Her:"Its nothing personal, but I don't date people who are shorter than me."
Me:"I'm not shorter than you."
Her:"Oh. I thought you were."

(Of course had this been a sitcom she would have said "I guess it must be personal then")

OK, cunting BabelFish could only come up with this poor translation:

" I occurred roadside ditch that although we can be together for ânos, we are never going away to really concer itself. " I replied with to song line:

" you request patience to me, I request pardon to you. "

She said:

" Pardon - because "

I said:

" No, nothing "

She said "

" voya to llmamar to you - under cueando itself, it can be in two hours, two days, two tables... I need time to fix my brain ".

She hung up.

I started crying...

The nurses came to over...

She to never called again.

-- Queen G ( effexxor@yahoo.com.au ), April 07, 2002.

that's almost word for word....

Friend of girl I was involved with:"X really likes you, you know? she says you're really nice to her too"

Me, suddenly feeling really great "that's great".

"Yeah most of her friends think you're a dick though".

"eh.....well......i see".

"How wonderful to have godparents with a sense of humour."