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JEAN
I need him like the axe needs the turkey.
HARRINGTON
Don't be vulgar, Jean. Let us be crooked, but never common.
I am Amaxon Corazon Junia Principia Delgado the Third, and I bent over my meal and wept luxurious tears into my green banana porridge. It was a perfect decoction, and it now would not satisfy me.
My God, Justin, do you hate him so?"
"Bah!" said his Grace ... "does one hate an adder? Because it is venomous and loathsome one crushes it underfoot, as I shall crush this Comte.
voluptuous sluggard,
The French cook; we open tins.
Though Madeleine's face reminded Dr. Graveline in many ways of a camel, he was fond of her. She was the kind of steady patient that offshore trust funds are made of.
I now write under the name Melisse Aires.
Frenchman: Germans with good food.
Yours is ... il sent comme lavande."
Is that French for 'You stink'?"
It means 'lavender'."
Huh." She sniffed at her wrist. "I thought I smelled more like a grape Popsicle.
We can call it Isratine.
jessamine. Flowering
A huge meringue with polio who drives everywhere in a beautifully restored Hillman Imp.
Michel Platini has no bottle. He is not a great player.
Hello, Hazel Levesque.
Voluit!
Petra Hermans
25 September 2016
Chef: Any cook who swears in French.
SCARAMOUCHE Rafael
If you watch Olivier's interviews, he has this reptilian tongue; it seems too big for his mouth. My pursuit of that became distracting, so I let it go. The thrill was finding the right pair of glasses.
She has the filthiest tongue of any woman in France. Burn her mouth clean.
Tess
DY-N-AMITE
Tim
Codeine . . . bourbon.
Here comes Monseiur Le Beau.
Rosalind: With his mouth full of news.
Celia: Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed their young.
Rosalind: Then shall we be news-crammed.
Celia: All the better; we shall be the more marketable.
Clever name by the way Basil Pearl, spicy and cultured, sweet jewels with a twist of savory."
~ Ron Shaw, The Ron Shaw Show
Cruddy Mouthbreather
alter kocker like me. Street-word is Hal hired Coral
I called it ignose, not knowing which carbohydrate it was. This name was turned down by my editor. 'God-nose' was not more successful, so in the end 'hexuronic acid' was agreed upon. To-day the substance is called 'ascorbic acid' and I will use this name.
I love French stuff. Mmmm, french fries.
Sweet potato fries
His Tender Roni.
What's her name? Claire, what's her name?
Could a name be any shorter? Three letters without even the flourish of an e. Ann, a trio of curves and lines.
It means "full of grace".
Her given name was Lucinda but she'd called herself Juveline since age fifteen, when she'd been caught selling knockoff Burberry totes and a cop at the booking desk misspelled the word "juvenile." Big
The priest has just baptized you a Christian with water; and I baptize you a Frenchman, daring child, with a dewdrop of champagne on your lips.
Like a Frenchman, far from home, catching a whiff of Gauloise.
Marjoram ... Blushes.
Auguste Escoffier into what we now know as the five mother sauces of French cuisine. It's funny
Air France's in-flight magazine.
Brooke Dumas. I'm Remington.
You did not sell nor wanted to buy me Ice cream.
You gave me my most favourite flavour.
Petra Hermans
Letitia! What a name. Halfway between a salad and a sneeze.
Stop playing with your food.
Laurent to James
Mama Ganache chocolate
What's your name? Or is that taboo?--Cinnamon, Hot, Deadly Desire
The French use cooking as a means of self-expression, and this meal perfectly represented the personality of a cook who had spent the morning resting her unwashed chin on the edge of a tureen, pondering whether she should end her life immediately by plunging her head into her abominable soup ...
I may be French, but I'm playing for Arsenal.
The matches also came into focus: a cheap, bright label, in French. I picked up the box, slid it open, my nose stung by the smell of sulphur. Four matches. I took one, scraped it into life, held it to the oil lamp. A spot of warmth entered the room.
Did you smell that?
Banana I guess.
prestidigitator,
My real name's McGill. The Jew thing I just do for the homeboys. They all want a pipe-hitting member of the tribe, so to speak.
Laminated Lettuce ... perfect for holiday gift giving.
Del Toro wearing sculpted and molded gelatin makeup, including fake hair and acrylic dentures and gums.
Obvious, Elbert.
psychologist Timothy
HONORINE BEATRIX
A Companion Picture XII. The Fellow of Delicacy XIII.
Juliette," I whisper. "My name is Juliette.
May I know your name, sir?"
The smile rearranged his face under the terrible scars. "Nezahualcoyotl. Michel Nezahualcoyotl. Charmed.
(Health 5) Carrot
In trying to imagine this world, I kept coming back to Michel Aflaq. He's a Christian Arab, a Syrian, who ends up finding his home in Iraq and is buried there - I was stunned to see his tomb is right smack down in the Green Zone.
Susan Sontag: What she really wanted, throughout her career, was to grow up to be a Frenchman.
flibbertigibbets - and
Who you? Your name smaller than fine grains in couscous
It's the highest calibre, your calibre is deuce deuce
The Macedonian Endeavour Channel was screening live coverage of the world series of the Who's Got the Stupidest Name (WGSN) competition. First prize had already gone to Brian Burdock, a French Algerian with a penchant for Longchamp.
I only used my whole life one perfume: and it's Cartier's Le Must.
Frenchman was tall and thin, with a lugubrious and tired face, but
Ye know, Cork Courrant-Porky Implant. Tis a jest" Ian
Jacques wants a pancake shaped like Mozart's Symphony No. 40! In G minor!
Jean Alesi is 4th and 5th.
His name was spicy and elastic, like cinnamon gum.
Cassoulet, that best of bean feasts, is everyday fare for a peasant but ambrosia for a gastronome, though its ideal consumer is a 300-pound blocking back who has been splitting firewood nonstop for the last twelve hours on a subzero day in Manitoba.
Gracious," said Cecily. "You must be Mr. Sallows."
"Nephilim," observed the shop owner gloomily. "I detest Nephilim."
"Hmph," said Cecily. "Charmed, I'm sure.
Oliver: You turned me down. So why, I wonder, did you decide Amelie would be a better choice?
Claire: She smells better. And she made me cookies.
Of x Tyre, and it shall devour
(Claude and Marcel LeFever were speaking in French. This simultaneous English translation is being beamed to the reader via literary satellite.)
A crier of green sauce.
Dorkangelo" - Marc Hunter
Eating outdoors is a particular passion - that is, eating trestle-table a la nicoise.
An Aesthetic Saint
What's Mr. Dimming's first name?" "Wallace!" We all cracked up at that.
Who the *&^$* is "Paolo"?Paolo-- Daniel Way
Richie Beirach Trio
French. Feel. Finger. Fuck.
...bottle green Jaguar.
I'm wearing a new perfume that I should recommend to the women in the audience; it's called 'Tester.
ANGELFOOD
NNAA NNM NWNWNW V
My life was in Montreal years ago. Best food in the world.
What is home without Plumtree's Potted Meat? Incomplete.
a Nean derthal with a badge.
Is this the seedman Jasher?" The commander indicated the charred remains.
"It's his identical twin."
"We know he traveled with you until recently. Where is his amar?"
"I ate it."
"This is a foolish time for flippancy."
"I panicked. It tasted horrible. Do you have any mouthwash?
Your neck smells like cheese,' I said.
'Oh,' He said, 'that's my cheese cologne. I have a whole selection. Chedder, American, Swiss.
nocturnal purple.
Stone killer, said Carlos, like that might be his favorite flavor of pie.
I glanced down at the floorboards again and was finally able to make out the craved words without Raymond's shadow darkening the floor. In large unsteady slashes, it read: Nunzio & Michael '94.
I'm not a Frenchie, I'm a Belgie!
Fifteen years ago, France was the promised land of cooking. So I looked at a map, found five restaurants and faxed them to ask for a job. Within five minutes, I got a reply from the then three- star Le Jardin des Sens in Montpellier.
cheese cauldron.
This guy eluded the French police ... in loafers?
-Chief Anderson
What name shall I call you?"
"Addie's fine. I know who she is."
"A mouthy little alchemist?"
"See, you know her, too.
waistcoat-pocket,
Louis-Cesare. It's good to finally have you in hand.