Chewing on a madeline from a plate of such at a recent holiday party, I was heard to remark “Now that really makes me think back.”
I frequently ask people “Where you at, man?” but almost never get the reply “Stratosphere, baby, stratosphere. I’m stacked up over La Guardia and I ain’t comin’ down for nobody, not even you.” But when asked where I heard something, I will reply “The Drum. You know, vibrations.”
When asked if I mean something one way or another way, I will respond “Take it in what sense thou wilt,” to which I expect to hear, “They must take it in the sense they feel it.” Which naturally would prompt me to say “Aye, and they will feel me while I yet stand, for 'tis known that I am a pretty piece of flesh.” Actually, that dialogue is good in many situations. Occasionally, with a properly versed interlocutor, I can get through quite a bit of it.
Should I ever have occasion to engage in fisticuffs, I will be hard pressed to decide between the equally compelling battlecries of “It’s clobberin’ time” and “Spoooooon!!”
When my siblings complain about my treatment of them as children, I remind them of when I used to tie them up and shove needles under their fingernails.
My favorite statistic shows how lazy my “cow-orkers” are. Fully 40% of sickdays are taken on Mondays and Fridays. When others complain to me about malfunctioning technology, I often ask if the user has “set thip-crinkle-spoit to off”.
Sometimes I feel I have to remind people that “Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law,” or that “Love is the law, love under will.” I’ve also been known to crave “French Canadian Bean Soup” and remark on the number 23, but I would never condecend to point out the fnords.