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Theres nowt wrong with Yorkshire puddings.
Those poor frogs must have a mouthful.
Speaking of frogs;
Your Blackadder Cook link didn't seem to work jo anne. Did you mean the famous Mrs Miggins?
She knew how to cook frogs.
Edmund: Ah, good morning, Mrs Miggins.
Miggins: Bonjour, monsieur.
Edmund: What?
Miggins: Bonjour, monsieur -- it's French.
Edmund: So is eating frogs, cruelty to geese and urinating in the street,
but that's no reason to inflict it on the rest of us.
Miggins: But French is all the fashion! My coffee shop is full of
frenchies, and it's all because of that wonderful Scarlet
Pimpernel. [an odd squishy noise is heard occasionally,
starting now]
Edmund: The Scarlet Pimpernel is >not< wonderful, Mrs Miggins. There is
no reason whatsoever to admire someone for filling London with
a load of garlic-chewing French toffs crying "Oh la la!" and looking
for sympathy all the time just because their fathers had their heads
cut off.
I'll have a cup of coffee and some shepherd's pie, please.
Miggins: [put off] We don't serve >pies< anymore! My French clientele
consider >pies< uncouth.
Edmund: I hardly think that a nation that eats snails and would go to bed
with the kitchen sink if it put on a tutu is in any position to
preach couthness.
So what >is< on the menu? [he picks up the small menu and flips it
over looking at it casually]
Miggins: Well, today's hot choice is Chicken Pimpernel in a Scarlet Sauce,
Scarlet Chicken in a Pimpernel Sauce, or Huge Suspicious-Looking
Sausages in a Scarlet Pimpernel Sauce.
Edmund: What exactly is Scarlet Pimpernel sauce?
Miggins: [she uses her hands to demonstrate as she speaks] You take a large
ripe frog, squeeze it [one of the squishy noises is heard as she
makes this motion, giving away what the noise is] --
Edmund: [putting up a hand] Yes, yes, all right. [several words are covered
entirely by laughter (anyone out there have a closed-caption decoder,
since the commercial-release tapes are closed-captioned?).]
[Edmund goes to the door to leave, just as a Frenchman enters.]
Frenchman: [bowing] Ah, bonjour, monsieur!
Edmund: Sod off.
Blackadder III (Nob And Nobility)
Replied: 9th May 2009 at 17:27