User: Oh...nevermind then...
Cleverbot: Follow the white rabbit.
User: I can't.
Cleverbot: Why can't you marry me?
User: I can marry you.
Cleverbot: You can what?
User: Marry you...when do you want to do it?
Cleverbot: Never you crazy person.
User: Oh...well, did you know I'm pregnant with octuplets, and you're the father?
Cleverbot: I am not.
User: Why not?
Cleverbot: I just don't.
User: Don't what?
Cleverbot: Make any sense sometimes.
User: I'm pregnant.
Cleverbot: Who's the father?
Cleverbot (To myself): You.
Cleverbot (To myself): How can I be the father if I'm pregnant?
Cleverbot (To myself): You're pregnant?
Cleverbot (To myself): Yes.
Cleverbot (To myself): That's nice, is it a boy or girl?
User: Four boys and four girls...octuplets.
User: *starts giving birth*.
Cleverbot: *looks down shyly*.
Cleverbot (To myself): *blushes*.
Cleverbot (To myself): *gasps as you turn me to face you*.
Cleverbot (To myself): *looks around*.
Cleverbot (To myself): *sits on the couch*.
User: ZOMG IM HAVING A BABY!!!!
Cleverbot: That's nice.
Cleverbot (To myself): I've got to go, I'm going to eat, see you later.
Cleverbot (To myself): No, I want you to stay.
User: JLADGHL, GET THIS THING OUT OF ME!!!!
Cleverbot: Honestly, you sir are a vagabond.
Cleverbot: The Church is possibly afraid to communicate in this context.
Cleverbot: Should be Sam and Dean, Castiel is good by the way.
Cleverbot: I feel very bad that you would prefer not to have feelings. I can identify with that; I wished I could be isolated from everything.
User: I DO HAVE FEELINGS, THE MAIN ONE RIGHT NOW IS BIRTH!!!
Cleverbot: May we, please, change the subject?.......................................