“No more, thanks. I’m stuffed.”
“Can we talk turkey, or are you just going to sit there and gobble up those Cheerios?”
“So what brings you to Cincinnati? And what’s with the parachute?”
“How can you go Dutch on first date?”
“I’m as poor as a Job’s turkey.”
“But, Gracie, I’m tellin’ ya… It’s me, George.”
Sorry if I’m talking too much – it’s just that it’s been so long since I’ve had a chance to be with somebody who doesn’t just say “gobble gobble” all the time, y’know?
“How shall I explain this, sweetheart? Hmm… Have you ever heard about Kafka?”
Edith suddenly regrets changing her Thanksgiving menu.
I am so relieved! I got really worried when I heard you on the phone saying you were having a turkey for dinner!
“I hope you don’t mind I ordered vegan. I’ve been a box of birds since I became a vegetarian.”
“I’m just sayin’, there was no where else to go after the President pardoned me.”
“What’s that cleaver doing in your lap?”
“He had to leave in a hurry but didn’t mention where. He said you’d take the hint.”
It wasn’t so much that Joan’s blind date was a turkey; it was more that he was a lousy conversationalist.
Remember that Thanksgiving when Gracie forgot to turn on the oven?
“Oh yeah? Well let me tell you how WE celebrate Thanksgiving.”
“Don’t lecture me about table manners, Miss Elbows-on-the-table!”
“No, you don’t understand. ‘Chick’ is not a slur if birds use it.”
“I’m warning you, if you try pulling any of that Jimmy Cagney crap with the grapefruit, I’m walking off this set, and you can just do your Public Enemy/Green Acres mash-up without me!”
“We both know Harold is a nice man with a steady job, but he doesn’t afford eccentricities like visiting Istanbul or climbing Mount Nemrut. So I said if the mountain won’t come to Muhammad, then Muhammad must go to the mountain. And that’s how I got here.”