Yea the only movie that comes close to Pulp Fiction in dialogue is full metal jacket."why the fuck am I on brain detail, you shot the mother fucker"
In Europe they eat horse meat and have smaller refrigerators.
They don't tell you that it's from a horse, dummy!Despite those constant rumours, i've never gobbled a horse.![]()
They don't tell you that it's from a horse, dummy!
I must confess that I've never had the urge to go into a French restaurant. *shrug*Oh right.
Have you had a bad experience with a Frenchman trying to slip you some queer meat, SM?
I must confess that I've never had the urge to go into a French restaurant. *shrug*
I'll leave that up you "enlightened" Europeans to tickle your fancy that way.You should be a little more adventurous, SM.
I'm sure your mouth would be watering as you caught sight of the waiter approaching your table with a rather substantial cheesy baton in his hand.
I'll leave that up you "enlightened" Europeans to tickle your fancy that way.
The wife and I go out to eat not infrequently, and sometimes even take the kiddies, but she's such a great chef we typically have better meals at home. With regards to backyard cookery, I'm the grill master with beef, chicken, fish, pork, and many veggies.Not really into the restaurant scene then, SM?
There are many people who are just more comfortable inviting the boys round for a spit roast in back yard. Nothing wrong with that.
The wife and I go out to eat not infrequently, and sometimes even take the kiddies, but she's such a great chef we typically have better meals at home. With regards to backyard cookery, I'm the grill master with beef, chicken, fish, pork, and many veggies.
You and your "beans and franks" aren't invited. Sorry.
This is probably the best description I've ever heard about the differance between America and Europe.
Vincent: Yeah baby, you'd dig it the most. But you know what the funniest thing about Europe is?
Jules: What?
Vincent: It's the little differences. I mean, they got the same shit over there that they got here, but it's just – it's just there it's a little different.
Jules: Example?
Vincent: All right. Well, you can walk into a movie theater in Amsterdam and buy a beer. And I don't mean just like in no paper cup, I'm talking about a glass of beer. And in Paris, you can buy a beer at McDonald's. And you know what they call a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?
Jules: They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with Cheese?
Vincent: Nah, man, they got the metric system. They wouldn't know what the fuck a Quarter Pounder is.
Jules: What do they call it?
Vincent: They call it a "Royale with Cheese."
Jules: "Royale with Cheese."
Vincent: That's right.
Jules: What do they call a Big Mac?
Vincent: A Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it "Le Big Mac".
Jules: [in mock French accent] "Le Big Mac." [laughs] What do they call a Whopper?
Vincent: I don't know, I didn't go into Burger King.
"why the fuck am I on brain detail, you shot the mother fucker"
Oh right.
Have you had a bad experience with a Frenchman trying to slip you some queer meat, SM?
I'm sure Mrs Southern Man is an excellent cook and i'm sure you're equally adept when it comes to handling rump.
I have to express some disappointment at the snub though
Guess i'll never get to see the beauty of the Yadkin Valley after all.
Despite those constant rumours, i've never gobbled a horse.![]()
I must confess that I've never had the urge to go into a French restaurant. *shrug*
I have. It's better than venison though tougher than beef.
I'm sure Mrs Southern Man is an excellent cook and i'm sure you're equally adept when it comes to handling rump.
I have to express some disappointment at the snub though
Guess i'll never get to see the beauty of the Yadkin Valley after all.