Banquet Buff Prints

'Ask Hodges to pass the salt dear.'

'We'd like a quiet table for 47.'

'Did you bark, M'Lady?'

A fairy with wand and crown in pink tutu

1599: Shakespeare's Agent knew what the public wanted

Restaurant Francais: All you can pronounce £30.

'Waiter...my entrée fell over.'

"From the gentleman at the end of the barre."

Man cooking a single sausage on a very large barbeque.

'As Chuck's definition of terroir dragged past the 20-minute mark, Suzy concluded, the longer the explanation, the less likely you know what the word means.'

'So it's the Mumm's Cordon Rouge, '98 Pouilly-Fuisse, '86 Chateau Margaux, and the '92 Barsac - would you like any food?'

A dog at the bakery.

'Mum...Dad's barbecued his face again.'

"This chicken wasn't cooked - it committed suttee!"

'He was hosting a business dinner for 300. Those were his last words.'

"We get all our meat from a man dressed like a butcher."

Cambridge dons eat a banquet outside to prove they only get one chicken each.

Ballet Lovers

"I hear you've a complaint about the eggs..."

The first microscope capable of seeing the number of angels dancing on the head of a pin.

''Spiced mill cider and home made apple pie.' Am I supposed to freshen the room with this or have it for dessert?'

'They met in a revolving door and started going around together.'

'I think we should leave a trail of crumbs so we don't get lost.'

"What does she have that I don't?"

'Careful, this used to be hot.'

'...Well, this is it Lana...the place where I was born and raised!'

'Hey, that's a bad roll. Let's try that again.'

"Nurse, I think I need to use the bread pan."

'They are poached eggs, sir -- we grabbed them when the chicken wasn't looking!'

"Tell him I can still hear him chewing."

"I'd just as soon it wasn't cut into those funny little pieces, if you don't mind."

Bowl Games.

"My client alleges attempted hit, run and bbq."

"That's right, Scotty. You came from your Mommy's Belly."

"That banquet was most delicious, and yet now, somehow, once again I feel the pang of hunger.'