Soup Sorcerer Gifts

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

'I'm attempting to transmute calcium oxide, copper gluconate, manganese sulfate and benzaldenyde into condensed soup.'

"I'm attempting to transmute calcium oxide, copper gluconate, manganese sulfate, tyrosine and benzaldehyde into condensed soup."

"Maybe if we added some pumpkin spice?"

'Needs salt!'

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

'Alphabet soup? What's alphabet?'

Witch's Brew.

'Excuse me, I ordered Matzo Ball soup.'

'Why is it taking so long to eat your soup?'

'It feels warm enough to me.'

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

F&E Diner. I'll bet you want the alphabet soup, right? Hey! Don't put words in my mouth!

"Wow, what are the chances of that four letter word being in your alphabet soup?"

'Actually, it's good, old fashioned, chicken soup.'

Your friends pooled their retirements to buy you some super sex. I'll take the soup! Hey, I like soup.

"Didn't I say you'd be the only man not wearing a bow tie?"

What's the insect de jour?

'I don't get it... Our business model was exactly the same.'

"You think you're so damn Cordon Bleu!"

"You'd be amazed how just a little soybean meal adds to the protein content of powdered bats wing and next tails."

'He can dish it out but can he take it?'

"Don't hold back on the toad legs now - I'm through with Nouvelle Cuisine!"

Waiter, what's this fly doing in my soup? "Death of a Salesman." Adapted to a fly, of course.

'Waiter, there's a cell phone in my soup.'

Cafe: 'Soup of the day, Hon, is 'primordial'.'

'To better prepare you for the future, I've replaced the letters in your alphabet soup with Chinese ones.'

"I've just overheard the doctor say the farmer has the flu! We all know what that means: chicken soup!"

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

'Anything else, Sir?'

"Waiter there's a gly in my gook!"

"Waiter! There's a dangling participle in my alphabet soup!"

Beijing's international Olympic torch flame run.

A bowl of soup with a fly in it. And how would you like your fly? Menu.

'This isn't soup of the day. Today's Tuesday.'