¡Ayuda! melondeca tiene un hacha en la cabeza!
Au secours! melondeca a une hache dans sa tête!
Hilfe! melondeca hat eine Axt in ihrem Kopf!
Aiuto! melondeca ha un’accetta nel sua testa!
Hulp! melondeca heeft een bijl in haar hoofd!
Ajuda! melondeca tem um machado em seu cabeça!
Hjelp! melondeca har en øks i hennes hode!
Uh… oops…
My sister’s one phrase in Russian is “Help! My pants are too tight!”
Dang, dude. I stand in awe at the size of your blender.
Well, Baba Yaga, for what it is worth, I stand in awe of your house.
Pane Boze, zabili Kennyho! Vy parchanti!
(“Oh my God, they killed Kenny! You bastards!”)
The one thing I remember from Norwegian classes is
Jag har en mandelformede forhod
No,I can’t think of any possible situation where this would be of use 
I’ve always used
MADRE DE DIOS! ES EL POLLO DIABLO!
Which as far as I know, means “Mother of God! It’s the chicken devil!”
Whoa, I just read the explaination of why the list exists… It was started at the University of Waterloo… About 2k from where I grew up. No wonder I’ve heard this before…
Wierd.
Well, list 'em.
Here, I can get it started.
English
Oh my god, there’s an axe in my head!
German
Mein gott, das ist ein Axt in meinem Kopf!
I’m not 100% sure of the German, but that would be understandable if not completely grammatically correct.
That should be Gott with a capital T. I’m sure a fluent German speaker will be around to correct any other mistakes.
Or G. Whatever…
And now I notice the link. I just keep making a fool of myself.
I hardly think grammatical accuracy would be the most pressing of your worries…
It just goes to show that there is no such thing as useless knowledge. If there’s ever an international tour of David Ives’ Variations on the Death of Trotsky, melondeca’s resume goes straight to the top of the pile.
Lets see, in Cantonese, that would be “Kau meng! Gnor ge si fatt ho dai!”
All this talk of axes cleaving heads…
Tell ya what, I’m gonna go out. Just tell the cops I was here the whole time, O.K?
I present the punk band Angry Samoans.
They’re…umm…special. You know…in a Dead Milkmen sort of way.