Soup And Scrabble Smarty Pillows

"You're going to hate yourself."

"Your soup is delicious. The broth perfectly compliments the font."

'The girls must be feeling better...'

"My favorite tea: hot daffodil-infused chamomile with a hint of whiskey. Are you serious? Of course I'm serious! I've been dosing myself with small quantities of poisonous daffodil ever since 1931. You have to build up an immunity if you want to survive in the cutthroat world of Scrabble tournaments."

"Ain't isn't a word, and you know it."

The Huge-Underground Vat theory of why all wonton soup tastes exactly the same.

City Centre Development - "...We've spent all the money on the model."

'You know darn well 'Aaargh' isn't a real word!'

Irritable Vowel Syndrome

'This is not Hungarian stew.' 'We ran out of Hungarians.'

"When it's extremely cold out, I prefer flambés to winter stews."

'...And then, apparently, it just went berserk when someone insisted on having 'Podcast'.'

'How God invented polish'

'Pardon me. Can you tell me where 9 West 57th is?'

"Well, Martha, I certainly hope your Scrabble victories keep you warm at night!"

'There's a lamb chop in my soup.' - 'Oh, that's where it got to. It belongs to table six.'

"Oh, knock it off! It's only cream of asparagus."

Too many kooks spoil the Broth.

Schr?dinger's cat playing Scrabble.

"My wife bought me a Scrabble set for my birthday...I can't find the words to thank her!"

"Hardscrabble"

"No!"

Man on phone: 'Hi. My name is J8 I1 M3, and I think I'm addicted to Scrabble.'