[if the patron’s Irish] SPIT IT OUT! SPIT IT OUT, YE BASTARD!
I’m sorry, sir. I thought you ordered the Soup of the Day.
Ah! Pardonez-moi, m’sieu. Un moment. <snaps fingers sharply, twice> Renald! This ignoble beast of a fly has seen fit to spurn our dress code. Escort him from the premises at once! Un moment, m’sieu, we have quite the elite selection of the very latest fashionable flies from Bourdeaux and Milan for m’sieu’s consideration. <snaps fingers sharply, once> Francine! Our very best assortment of European flies, AT ONCE!
[if the patron’s Irish] SPIT IT OUT! SPIT IT OUT, YE BASTARD!
I’m sorry, sir. I thought you ordered the Soup of the Day.
Ah! Pardonez-moi, m’sieu. Un moment. <snaps fingers sharply, twice> Renald! This ignoble beast of a fly has seen fit to spurn our dress code. Escort him from the premises at once! Un moment, m’sieu, we have quite the elite selection of the very latest fashionable flies from Bourdeaux and Milan for m’sieu’s consideration. <snaps fingers sharply, once> Francine! Our very best assortment of European flies, AT ONCE!
[if the patron’s Irish] SPIT IT OUT! SPIT IT OUT, YE BASTARD!
I’m sorry, sir. I thought you ordered the Soup of the Day.
Ah! Pardonez-moi, m’sieu. Un moment. <snaps fingers sharply, twice> Renald! This ignoble beast of a fly has seen fit to spurn our dress code. Escort him from the premises at once! Un moment, m’sieu, we have quite the elite selection of the very latest fashionable flies from Bourdeaux and Milan for m’sieu’s consideration. <snaps fingers sharply, once> Francine! Our very best assortment of European flies, AT ONCE!
[if the patron’s Irish] SPIT IT OUT! SPIT IT OUT, YE BASTARD!
I’m sorry, sir. I thought you ordered the Soup of the Day.
Ah! Pardonez-moi, m’sieu. Un moment. <snaps fingers sharply, twice> Renald! This ignoble beast of a fly has seen fit to spurn our dress code. Escort him from the premises at once! Un moment, m’sieu, we have quite the elite selection of the very latest fashionable flies from Bourdeaux and Milan for m’sieu’s consideration. <snaps fingers sharply, once> Francine! Our very best assortment of European flies, AT ONCE!
Sir, please get off the table!
Awwww… I guess the maggots are all grown up now.
THAT, sir, is Soupe de la Mouche. The fly is a delicacy in sophisticated countries like France. But I suppose a Philistine like you wouldn’t understand or appreciate that. Why don’t you get out and go to KFC, you plebian!
I think my Mother’s uncle made it for her (or one of her sisters) and she saved it for me. It would keep me occupied for hours. It was much more primitive than the picture.