I ADORE the Vicar of Dibley! <shaking head> No…no…no…no…no…YES!
On Night Court, John Laroquette’s parents come to see him. They’re hillbillies right off the farm. Somehow John starts talking about his childhood pet (this is as well as I can remember):
John: “His name was Skippy. He was a turtle.”
The parents exchange meaningful glances.
The father says hesitantly, “Son, I’ve been meaning to tell you about that…”
John (alarmed): “What?”
Mother: “Son, we were too poor to afford a pet for you, so your father took a potato and painted lines on its back to make it look like a turtle.”
John (really alarmed): “Na-AH! Skippy was a turtle!”
Mother: “Well, didn’t you ever wonder why he never stuck his head out of his shell?”
John (whiny): “He was shy.”
Father (earnestly): “No, son. [pause] He was a spud.”
God, I thought I would DIE laughing the first time I heard that: “No, son, he was a spud.”