See, you might have had a chance if you hadn’t started this thread. Now you’ve made it a matter of pride for her never to say that phrase. My guess is you’ll hear Eddie Murphy say it to you before your wife does.
The best you can hope for now is to just record her talking without her knowledge, and then piece that phrase together from individual words, ransom note style. When you do, I highly recommend putting it on the web for us all to enjoy.
You realise you’ve just set it up so that Ginger will never utter the word ‘penis’ again, just in case there’s a tape recorder handy, don’t you?
You know, of course, this means war. As a man, it is your duty to escalate this to stupid, pointless levels, breaking her down with zany hijinks. Make sure to let me know how it goes, so I can write the screenplay.
Hey, look at it this way: She could say it with a German accent and substitute a critical word for a soundalike:
“Ze royal peniss ist klein (small), your highness.”
I agree that your only recourse is increasingly zany hijinks. Before you know it you’ll be carving up a dead horse in the dean’s office with a chainsaw.
As a last resort, you could try prefacing your wife uttering your desired phrase with those final touching 8 words from the infamous duckjob WAV file: “Don’t move. I’ll go get you a towel.”
Good luck to you and the little king.
<Mr. Burns>
Excellent.
</Mr. Burns>
[sub]Apparently, I have a deep-seated hatred of Weirddave… Who knew?[/sub]
Gingy,
I’ll do one better
" Dave (sic), is it suppose to be this soft?**
This has gone way beyond the need for zany hijinks. This clearly calls for madcap misadventures. We’re talking war.
Haj
“Dear, remind me: what was that phrase I used to want you to say?”
I knew. Did any of what I said ring true?
The more I think about it, the more I’m guessing it’s about a little power game between the two of you. You’re not playing along because you think he’s partially laughing at you, or using you as a prop.
I personally think it would be hilarious if you reported the royal penis to be clean from time to time, but not at the expense of your equal participation in the marriage.
Too right! We must assemble a wacky band of friends to help him out.
Nah. It’s because Dave’s a goof. Really. 
No. Absolutely nothing you said rang true. I’m frankly surprised anyone could even think this was anything other than a joke.
greck,
Dude, this is all in fun. Seriously. I would point you to the thread where my dasterdly wife prohibited me from getting a Newell Shredder, but that thread was lost in the winter of our lost content. I apreciate your input, but you’re reading this as wayyyy more serious than it is.
That being said, I think the other posters are right. We need zany hijinks and madcap misadventures. Help me think of these hijinks and misadventures. It can be an online version of Airplane!! First, I need a multi-cultural group of buddies; Who’s in? I need a Serious Friend From My Youth, A Loner Who Broods, A Woman Whom I’ve Always Lusted After But Never Got With, An All American Boy ( who will die before the end ) And A Token Minority. Who wants to fill these roles, and what adventures will we have?
Dave be a man. Tell her if she won’t say she’s not getting anymore sex.
Or any more.
One small flaw in your plan: What about me getting anymore sex from her? I kind of like it. 
Yes, but if you had a modicum of strategic thought, you wouldn’t have admitted that 
The best I can offer you is the scientist who invents all sorts of crazy props which somehow end up being exactly what you need in the nick of time.
Haj
He doesn’t have to admit it. I know it’s a man’s duty to close his eyes and think of England.
OK, you two are WAY to kinky for me! LOL
And Dave, how can any man keep up while thinking of ENGLAND?