Some Funny Junk
Aug. 16th, 2004 07:16 pmHeather and Emalee and Hannah and Rachel and Ben and I went to the Renaissance Fair, and then Heather and Emalee spent the night at my house. Here are some highlights...
Hannah(At the cookie place): I am afraid of pastry.
Cookie Guy: We also have pickles.
Hannah: I am Hannah the pickle. That would be cannibalism.
Cookie Guy: We also have pretzels, if cookies frighten you and pickles are thy kin.
(I paraphrased a bit. Forgive me.)
Emalee:(While we watched Chicken Run) I am a chicken. I live on a chicken farm. I like mozzarella sticks.
Chicken Run quotes
Nick: May I just say that hat makes you look like a vision, like a dream...
Fetcher: Like a duck!
Rocky: Where there's a will, there's a way. And I will be leaving...that way.
Nick: We slipped in all quiet like...
Fetcher: Like a fish!
Nick: Yeah like a...like a fish? You stupid nancy.
Mr.T: What is it then?
Mrs.T: It's a pie machine you idiot. Chickens go in, pies come out.
Mr.T: What kind of pies?
Mrs.T: Apple.
Mr.T: Ohhh, apple, my favorite.
Mrs.T: Chicken pies, you great lummox!
Babs: I don't want to be a pie! I don't like gravy.
Mr. Tweedy: Mrs. Tweedy! The chickens are revolting!
Mrs. Tweedy: Finally, something we agree on.
Ginger: We either die free chickens, or die trying.
Babs: Are those the only choices?
Nick: In the quite likely event of an emergency...
Fetcher: ...put your head between your knees and kiss your bum Goodbye!
Hannah(At the cookie place): I am afraid of pastry.
Cookie Guy: We also have pickles.
Hannah: I am Hannah the pickle. That would be cannibalism.
Cookie Guy: We also have pretzels, if cookies frighten you and pickles are thy kin.
(I paraphrased a bit. Forgive me.)
Emalee:(While we watched Chicken Run) I am a chicken. I live on a chicken farm. I like mozzarella sticks.
Chicken Run quotes
Nick: May I just say that hat makes you look like a vision, like a dream...
Fetcher: Like a duck!
Rocky: Where there's a will, there's a way. And I will be leaving...that way.
Nick: We slipped in all quiet like...
Fetcher: Like a fish!
Nick: Yeah like a...like a fish? You stupid nancy.
Mr.T: What is it then?
Mrs.T: It's a pie machine you idiot. Chickens go in, pies come out.
Mr.T: What kind of pies?
Mrs.T: Apple.
Mr.T: Ohhh, apple, my favorite.
Mrs.T: Chicken pies, you great lummox!
Babs: I don't want to be a pie! I don't like gravy.
Mr. Tweedy: Mrs. Tweedy! The chickens are revolting!
Mrs. Tweedy: Finally, something we agree on.
Ginger: We either die free chickens, or die trying.
Babs: Are those the only choices?
Nick: In the quite likely event of an emergency...
Fetcher: ...put your head between your knees and kiss your bum Goodbye!