August 17, 2008

Blah-lympics

OK, OK, so it's all about patriotism & it only comes once every 4 years (2 if you count both Summer & Winter) & it's a collection of the world's top athletes in all fields (except maybe Joggiling) & records are made & broken & it's all wonderful & fabulous....but oh. my. heck. The women's marathon?! Really? We need to watch a group of women run down the street for 2 & a half freaking hours?!

If you can run a Marathon you are, hands down, an amazing person. Please do not take this the wrong way. Watching a marathon on television is right up there on my list of things to do with say....watching Nascar (OK, so I've offended two groups of people now....sorry). I just do not get it.

I am so over the Olympics.

Unfortunately, my husband is not.

Today I was innocently watching Clue (Mrs. White: a lunatic! He didn't actually seem to like me very much; he had threatened to kill me in public. Miss Scarlet: Why would he wanna kill you in public?) when he sat down with his plate of pizza. "Clue? (sigh) For the next week & a half you should just know."

So, for your non-Olympic enjoyment, I present more quotes from Clue. Enjoy.

Mrs. Peacock: Uh, is there a little girl's room in the hall?
Yvette: Oui oui, Madame. [points]
Mrs. Peacock: No, I just wanna powder my nose.

Wadsworth: I suggest we take the cook's body into the study.
Colonel Mustard: Why?
Wadsworth: I'm the butler, I like to keep the kitchen tidy.

Wadsworth: Professor Plum, you were once a professor of psychiatry specializing in helping paranoid and homicidal lunatics suffering from delusions of grandeur.
Professor Plum: Yes, but now I work for the United Nations.
Wadsworth: So your work has not changed.

Colonel Mustard: How many husbands have you had?
Mrs. White: Mine or other women's?
Colonel Mustard: Yours.
Mrs. White: Five.
Colonel Mustard: Five?
Mrs. White: Yes, just the five. Husbands should be like Kleenex: soft strong and disposable. Colonel Mustard: You lure men to their deaths like a spider with flies.
Mrs. White: Flies are where men are most vulnerable.
Colonel Mustard: Right!

The singing Telegram girl: [Doorbell rings, the door is opened to reveal a singing Telegram girl] Da da da da da da! I, am, your singing telegram...!

5 comments:

needlefingers said...

Can I play?

Colonel Mustard: This is war, Peacock! Casualties are inevitable; you cannot make an omelet without breaking eggs, every cook will tell you that.
Mrs. Peacock: But look what happened to the cook!!

Mrs.X said...

Ooh! Can I play?

Mrs. White: "Men should be like Kleenex. Soft, strong and disposable."

RIP Madeleine Khan

Mrs.X said...
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Mrs.X said...

Darn it! You already had it in there.

Kork said...

I love that movie! I so wish we could have watched it, but alas, the DVR was busily recording Olympics (I know, I know), and we were out having ice cream with our neighbors...and by the time I got back, I had totally missed it!