User: Perhaps an arrangement can be reached.
Cleverbot: There will be no arrangement.
User: But if there can be no arrangement, then we are at an impasse.
Cleverbot: I'm afraid so. I can't compete with you physically, and you're no match for my brains.
User: You're that smart?
Cleverbot: Let me put it this way... You ever heard of Plato, Aristotle, Socrates?
User: Yes.
Cleverbot: What have you heard about it.
User: Really? In that case, I challenge you to a battle of wits.
Cleverbot: For the princess?
User: *nods*.
Cleverbot: To the death?
User: *another nod*.
Cleverbot: How can it be another. You never gave me one before.
User: Good. Then pour the wine.
Cleverbot: *pours wine*.
User: Inhale this, but do not touch.
Cleverbot: *drinks*.
User: What you do not smell is called iocane powder. It is odorless, tasteless, dissolves instantly in liquid, and is among the more deadlier poisons known to man.
Cleverbot: Hmm.
User: All right, where is the poison? The battle of wits has begun. It ends when you decide and we both drink, and find out who is right and who is dead.
Cleverbot: Good fantasy. Tell me more.
User: You've made your decision then?
Cleverbot: Decisoin about what?
User: Truly, you have a dizzying intellect.
Cleverbot: Wait till I get going! Where was I?
User: Australia.
Cleverbot: Produces lots of gold.
User: You're just stalling now.
Cleverbot: Not at all, I'm seeking the answer.
User: You're trying to trick me into giving away something -- it won't work.
Cleverbot: And what will work?
User: Then make your choice.
Cleverbot: My choice is not important, as long as Lydia doesn't find out.
User: What? Where? I don't see anything.
Cleverbot: Oh, well, I-I could have sworn I saw something. No matter. Heh heh.
User: What's so funny?
Cleverbot: I'll tell you in a minute. First, let's drink... Me from my glass, and you from yours.
User: You guessed wrong.
Cleverbot: How did you come to that conclusion?