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Uncle Pumblechook: a large hard-breathing middle-aged slow man, with a mouth like a fish, dull staring eyes, and sandy hair standing upright on his head, so that he looked as if he had just been all but choked, and had that moment come to.
Loony, Loopy Lupin.
I'm an actress, not a pinup.
"Peggotty!" repeated Miss Betsey, with some indignation. "Do you mean to say, child, that any human being has gone into a Christian church, and got herself named Peggotty?"
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" Tink's titties!" Jenks from any of Kim Harrison's books on The Hollows. (aka Cincinnati,OH)
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Admittedly, they [(places in novels)] didn't all have such ridiculous names as the ones in the Piddle Valley where her father's group of parishes was centered. It would have been hard to make credible a romantic fiction set in Farleigh Piddle, Middle Piddle, Nether Piddle and Piddle Dummer.
The class stared at the new girl with admiration. They had never met anyone like Gooney Bird Greene. She was a good student. She sat down at the desk Mrs. Pidgeon provided, right smack in the middle of everything, and began doing second grade spelling.
pilaster, probably meant to anchor a
Let me see you ride a donkey over my green again, and as sure as you have a head upon your shoulders, I'll knock your bonnet off, and tread upon it!
woman's mouth opened and she brandished the rolling pin over her head like a Highland warrior. "PERVERRRRRRRT!" she screamed, and then she ran at him, clubbing him wherever she could reach. Edward
Uncle Monty tell
If I were a bottle of wine, my name would be Thom Cork
Scotland: That garret of the earth - that knuckle-end of England - that land of Calvin, oatcakes, and sulfur.
I am the pinball geek of the band, probably of the nation of Canada. I've been a pinball fan my whole life. I started collecting machines in the late '90s.
Mama and I sat on a burping bus full of chickens in cages, and round-eyed babies on round mothers' laps. (The Pinata-Maker's Daughter)
He was Pinocchio to my Gepetto.
Pinner. "'Thank you very much,' said he; 'I fear that I underrated the difficulty of the task. This list will be of very material assistance to me.' "'It took some time,' said I.
I am the Captain of the Pinafore ; And a right good captain too! ... And I'm never, never sick at sea! What, never? No, never! What never? Hardly ever! He's hardly ever sick at sea! Then give three cheers, and one cheer more, For the hardy Captain of the Pinafore!
Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie,
A fly can't bird, but a bird can fly.
Ask me a riddle and I reply:
Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie.
Gilderoy Lockhart
Aunt Ruth looked at the unlucky pair.
"What are you doing here?" she asked Perry.
Stovepipe Town made a mistake.
"Oh, looking for a round square," said Perry off-handedly, his eyes suddenly becoming limpid with mischief and lawless roguery.
Sqwaak!" from Fletcher, the environmental crime fighting parrot in The Big Belch graphic novel by Kay Wood.
A boy with Somebody-else's pork pie! Stop him!
gin daisy, which
Bring it on, Pinecone Face!
StocktontoMalone
Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were
Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, and Peter.
Huntleigh's (Yes, I gave them a cheesy couple name in my mind)
Anne of Windy Poplars
NICOLE CULLEN Long Tom Lookout
Pinot, the most romantic of wines, with so voluptuous a perfume, so sweet an edge, and so powerful a punch that, like falling in love, they make the blood run hot and the soul wax embarrassingly poetic.
Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can, Come saddle your horses, and call up your men; Come open the West Port, and let me gang free, And it's room for the bonnets of Bonny Dundee!
Michael Cole, The Rock knows that you have never, EVER, had a piece of poontang pie!
Fluke me, Murdstone.
My dearest Pudding pie" I read aloud.
"Yes, my little turnip?"
"Hilarious," I muttered. "If you ever call me anything of the sort again we shall have words.
Kerrick the weed.
But what is coffee, but a noxious berry, Born to keep used-up Londoners awake?
The Crafty Cockney had a picture of the owner dressed up as a copper, so I brought it home, wore it on TV and the name just stuck.
Carter-headed chicken.
Everybody in Penton, even Hannah, was ridiculously strong - what did they put in their Wheaties?
a misbegotten cockwaffle.
Summerlee burst into derisive laughter. 'A ptero-fiddlestick!' said he. 'It was a stork, if I ever I saw one.
row of stitches.
What's green, hangs on a wall and whistles?
One, two, three, four, turn your poles
Give me a cup of sweet poitin
Madness from the mountains crawling
When I first saw you, my own Aisling
My petal.
Westminster's toy had tea issues. Thank Biffy and Lyall. Toodle pip.
A.
It is that word 'hunny,' my darlings, that marks the first place in The House at Pooh Corner at which Tonstant Weader fwowed up.
I'm Bertie Byrd. I rent your house since you don't live here anymore." "Did you say Dirty Bird?" He laughed out loud. "Oh, that's a good one, Mr. Fortney. I never heard that one before. A real knee-slapper. Where's the key?
Then came the pak-pak-pak of DeVontay's rifle.
Bump in my hoopty hoopty hoop. I own that. And I aint payin my rent this month. I owe that.
The pig says oink.
I'M PINOCCHIO. I KILL MONSTERS.
The pine is the mother of legends.
Whose is it, do you think?" I say finally.
"No telling," says Finnick. "Why don't we let Peeta claim it, since he died today?
Smile for the camera, pretty little Sydney Tar Ponds.
I wish I knew what you were talking about," she returned. "Where's
the pin?"
"Pin?"
"Yes. Pin. To fasten the diaper. The kid can't hold the thing up with
two hands.
Oh my dear now did you hear of clumsy Captain Cotton? He sailed a knot in Haley's Loch before hit the bottom!
The pin was the smallest part of a pair of scissors, and the easiest made, but without it, the scissors cut no cloth.
Bubba the Sheep Squeezer in
Tink's a Disney whore!- Jenks
I am Calumny Spinks.
Between me and the satin blue sky hangs the hempen noose.
It has swung there in the faintest of breezes, waiting for me, all my life.
Philo Vance / Needs a kick in the pance.
P - Jamie!" I called.
He waded back toward me. "I'm starting to think my name is Pajamie."
"Your name should be Pajerky. You said it wasn't deep."
"Pajerky?" He gave me a skeptical look. "That's Pathetic."
"We'll see how smug you are once I'm on dry land.
I've got a bit of Scottish Blood ... On my kitchen knife!!
I hold the ratchet unorthodox. Pernell Whittaker, I'm duckin' all sorts of shots
What about Wee Squirl? --Rose MacDonell
Kerry Gold Irish butter.
Karina and Tho-orn, sitting in a tree-ee. Kay-eye-ess-ess-eye-en-gee.
Whenever anyone suggested that she looked as if she'd been dragged through a hedge backwards, she used to groan loudly and ram in a few more pins until her head was a complete porcupine's back of hairpins!
Who Stole the Tarts?
My dear, I should like to stick you full of barbed arrows like a p-p-pin cushion ... Where do you lurk? I shall come down your burrow and ch-chivvy you out like an old st-t-toat.
It's Sunday night," he continues. "You aren't at Pizza Pellino."
"No, I'm at the Treehouse with Hattie." And then I'm so dizzy my vision goes black. "How ... how did you know that I'm not there?"
"Because I'm here.
Oh for the sweet humpin' love of Tink! ~ Jenks
The only thing that ever leaves this place is that muddy water in the Rappahannock.
Akthent on thee latht thyllable.
You're in Ireland the summer after you left college and you're drinking at a pub near the castle where every day bus loads of English and American tourists come to kiss the Blarney Stone.
GILDEROY LOCKHART T
Goodbye, Pinecone. You will always be in my heart.
Margaery, you're clever, be a dear and tell your poor old half-daft grandmother the name of that queer fish from the Summer Isles that puffs up to ten times its own size when you poke it."
"They call them puff fish, Grandmother."
"Of course they do. Summer Islanders have no imagination.
THE ADVENTURE OF THE GOLDEN PINCE-NEZ
Irish as a Paddy's pig.
What is your name?" asked Lear.
Caius," said Kent.
And whence do you hail?"
From Bonking, sire."
Well, yes, lad, as do we all," said Lear, "but from what town?
couldn't be more Scottish if it was painted blue and smelled of burning peat and your ginger sister.
Where are you getting your material - Portnoy's Complaint?" "What does an Irish lass named Monaghan know from Portnoy and afikomens? I imagine you reading James Joyce and drinking
A crier of green sauce.
Stephen picks up on Armstrong's pier, and calls Kingstown pier "a disappointed bridge" (2.22). He's joking about the fact that Ireland wanted to be connected to continental Europe but ended up being extremely isolated.
Mr. Pappadakis smells like Just for Men peroxide dye and eucalyptus foot unguents. He has a face like a catcher's mitt. The whole thing puckers inward, drooping with the memory of some dropped fly ball.
Who do you serve?" Lanferelle asked.
"Sir John Cornerwailled," Hook said proudly.
Lanferelle was pleased. "Sir John! Ah, there's a man. His mother must have slept with a Frenchman.
We Irish had the right word on the tip of our tongue, but the imperialist got at that. What should trip off it we trip over.
Be gone, Pitney, before you undo the best of my plans.
The bird, the best, the fisch eke in the see,They live in fredome, everich in his kynd.And I a man, and lakkith libertee.
Bailey, where's your hat?"
"In my pocket, sir!"
"Why isn't it on your head?"
"Because I can't get my head in my pocket, sir!
A thousand woodpeckers flew in through the window and settled themselves on Pinocchio's nose.
Travis!"
"Down here, Pidge. Just come in feet first, I'll catch you."
"You're out of your damn mind if you think I'm jumping into the dark!"
"I'll catch you! I promise! Now get your ass in here!
Pikey Thomas dreamed of plums and caramel apples the night the faery-with-the-peeling-face stole his right eye.
In the land of the skunks he who has half a nose is king.
Mulligan: invented by an Irishman who wanted to hit one more twenty yard grounder.
A guy named Otto Sayas - I would give anything to have a name that was a palindrome - knocks
Pine needle sorbet? Pine needle sorbet?! My kids do NOT eat sorbet. They eat sherbet, and they pronounce it sherbert, and they wish it was ice cream!
Don't wear green in your dressing room,' suggested Miss Spink.
'Or mention the Scottish play, added Miss Forcible.