George, while listening to the Sugarcubes song "Delicious Demons": "If you made Berlin survive for a month on a diet of Aquavit and hardfisk, this is what they'd sound like."
 

The Food Network UK has a new show called "Reza, Spice Prince of India" which we decided to try. We barely made it through the guy's opening to the show's title (he was rather flamboyantly gay) when George said he didn't think he could watch the show (the guy was annoying). He said, "It's like Gandhi decided to end his hunger strike by eating Freddie Mercury and doing a cooking show."
 

We're watching Beetlejuice, and George said that Geena Davis has nine faces. I asked him what he meant. He said, "If M.C. Escher fucked Salvatore Dali and they had a girl, it would be Geena Davis. She lives in the fourth dimension." Apparently there are too many angles to her face to suit him.
 

We were sitting in the pub tonight and George said something file-clerky (and for some reason, I can't remember what it was), and I commented about his file-clerky ability. He said, "Yes, I'm renowned for it...and occasionally I'm reverbed for it."
 

...who sees these things?" he asked after saying this.

George (while watching a Deutsche soap): "She looks like someone tried to carve Jennifer Beals out of a block of Gwyneth Paltrow."
 

Here's a two-fer...

We're watching the French Open (tennis) and the only remaining male American is Andy Roddick. I didn't think anything of his name, until George said, "That's a great name." I thought about it, but couldn't see why. Then he pronounced it differently, as two words, and the first is "and" - "and erotic". Hmmm...did his parents do it on purpose, do you suppose?

At one point, the commentators used the word "antidote". A few seconds later, George looked at me and said, "When they said 'antidote', the only thing I could think was, 'If Andy dotes, and Hall eat Oates, will Lil' Kim go driving?'" (So now I've got the original version stuck in my head: Mares eat oates and does eat oates and little lambs eat ivy. A kid'll eat ivy too, wouldn't you?)
 

George had some difficulty (as did I) with the eye exam for our driving certificate to allow us to drive in Germany. It was totally different from an American test. You had to stick your face in the machine (okay, that's like the BMV), and look at the second line down. From left to right, you had to say where the break in each circle was, whether it was on the center right (looks like C), or on some other part of the circle. The trouble was, it was such a tiny font to begin with, and it wasn't at all in focus. Actually, the more you looked at a particular circle, it seemed to kind of start to spin or move. It was disconcerting. After finally passing the tests, we both needed alcohol. We were sitting in a pub discussing the test, and he said, "I'm not applying to drive Salvador Dali and MC Escher in a submarine, underwater, with bulbous goggles on!"
 

With the upcoming holidays, and our trip to visit my family for a couple days, we're trying not to leave stuff in the fridge that will spoil before we get back. George noted that there's a decent amount of deli ham in there. He said, "But I can use it in an omelette...a 'hamlette'." I laughed and said, "Hamlette, Brunch of Denmark!"
 

George, as he is wont to do, announced at 10:00 PM that he was hungry. Then he proceeded to get in an armed military stance and cautiously make his way into the kitchen, ostensibly in a hunt for a snack. I told him that I didn't think the deli Virginia ham would put up much of a fight. He laughed and said, "You've never heard of a 'ham grenade'? How about a 'hambush'? Or maybe 'ham to ham combat'?"
 

We're watching the Tour de France. George went out to the kitchen, and on his way, he made a sound. I thought he burped, but it sounded like a sheep so I asked him if he swallowed a sheep. Apparently the commentator had said something about sheep, so George baaaaed in response, not burped. He asked me, "Did you think I was suffering from some form of internal bleating?"