Oh dear! That is the trouble with Barbie Doll films, they make the most surprising humanoids get ravenously hungry. I hope it was wearing something more substantial than a fashion bikini when it was using your soup as a swimming pool ?
Waiter! There is an examination paper in my soup, that I don't want to answer!
Oh dear me! Our apologies. Just feed it to your pet and tell them that the dog ate it.
Waiter! There's an antique cannon in my soup!
We heard you were a real 'Son of a Gun', so we got you one.
Waiter, there's a spark-plug in my soup!
There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seen him before, shaking his mane (for it had apparently grown again) stood Aslan himself.
"...when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor's stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards."
There was a fair disclaimer on the sign that the soup in this restaurant would electrify you.
Waiter, there's a badger in my soup!
Yes, and very hungry he is. You wouldn't deprive him of a meal, would you?
Waiter, there's a library receipt in my soup!
God rest you merry, gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay.
Remember Christ our Savior
Was born on Christmas Day
To save us all from Satan's pow'r
When we were gone astray.
Oh dear! Was it your overdue book that we found in the restaurant & returned to the library? We even paid the fine for you.
Waiter, there is a Christmas tree in my soup!
Good thing it's only made out of gingerbread. I hope it didn't get too soggy.
Waiter! There's a miniature choir in my soup!
Yes, their vocalists and repertoire are soup-erb.
Waiter, there is a bough of mistletoe in my soup
We have hands that fashion and heads that know,
But our hearts we lost - how long ago! -- G. K. Chesterton
Oh, that belongs to the head waitress. She was supposed to hang it over the door.
Waiter! There are Christmas leftovers in my soup!
Thrift, thrift, good patron! The Christmas meats doth coldly furnish forth the Boxing Day tables.
Waiter! There is eggnog in my soup!
We have hands that fashion and heads that know,
But our hearts we lost - how long ago! -- G. K. Chesterton
That's "egg drop" soup. Perhaps we should've put reading glasses in the soup!
Waiter! There are New Year's Fireworks in my soup!
Of course, that's to be expected when you dine here on New Year's Eve. Happy new year, sir.
Waiter, there's a nesting doll in my soup!
God rest you merry, gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay.
Remember Christ our Savior
Was born on Christmas Day
To save us all from Satan's pow'r
When we were gone astray.
Just keep opening the layers, sir, like an onion, and you'll find the tiny core.
Waiter, there's a miniature rose in my soup!
There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seen him before, shaking his mane (for it had apparently grown again) stood Aslan himself.
"...when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor's stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards."
Lucky you, when it will soon be St Valentine's Day on Tuesday, otherwise known as Mardi Gras, the day before Lent starts on Ash Wednesday. I wonder who is your wonderful admirer? Good luck, anyway.
Waiter! There is a frying pan in my soup!
Apologies, madame; apparently the argument between the chefs in the kitchen got a little out of hand.
Waiter, there's a string of Christmas lights in my soup!
God rest you merry, gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay.
Remember Christ our Savior
Was born on Christmas Day
To save us all from Satan's pow'r
When we were gone astray.