Well, it's not mine - is it your bad penny?
Waiter, there's a notebook in my soup!
Some days you battle yourself and other monsters. Some days you just make soup.
Well, if you'd ordered the consommé . . .
Waiter, there's a stamp in my soup.
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Yes, it's a stamp of approval, see?
Waiter, there's a dinosaur in my soup.
We have hands that fashion and heads that know,
But our hearts we lost - how long ago! -- G. K. Chesterton
Yes, it's our primordial soup, ma'am.
Waiter, there's a feather in my soup!
"Now you are a lioness," said Aslan. "And now all Narnia will be renewed."
(Prince Caspian)
That's what puts the wild in our chicken and wild rice soup.
Waiter, there's a clock in my soup!
But all night, Aslan and the Moon gazed upon each other with joyful and unblinking eyes.
We thought it could help you fit it into your busy day.
Waiter, there’s an owl in my soup!
Whooooooo put that in there??
Waiter, there's a bar of soap in my soup!
"Now you are a lioness," said Aslan. "And now all Narnia will be renewed."
(Prince Caspian)
Yes, you've been picked for our next tongue-twister: Suddenly Suds sups on sudsy, soapy, soup!
Waiter, there's a blanket in my soup!
We have hands that fashion and heads that know,
But our hearts we lost - how long ago! -- G. K. Chesterton
We're keeping the soup warm for you!
Waiter, there's a submarine 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."
One of the cooks dropped her ring into the soup, we are conducting a thorough search for it.
Waiter, there’s a hinge in my soup!
But no door? How strange.
Waiter, there's a tea candle in my soup!
Some days you battle yourself and other monsters. Some days you just make soup.
You said you wanted the largest bowl of soup we had, so technically the whale isn't in the soup's bowl, the soup is in the whale's bowl.
Waiter, there's a cuneiform tablet in my soup!
Some days you battle yourself and other monsters. Some days you just make soup.
I guess the cook was digging through the kitchen.
Waiter, there's a rose in my soup!
We have hands that fashion and heads that know,
But our hearts we lost - how long ago! -- G. K. Chesterton