Do you really have to ask?
Don't you think he's a riot?
Why is Sunday almost over and there's still no Homilie yet? Is that because I can't spell Homilie?
Will you yell at me again if I respond?
Who yelled at you? Do you want me to take care of 'em?
Don't you remember yelling at me?
Can someone please pass the kotchtopf before my fries get cold?
Are they home-made fries?
Are you going to cook for us Cav?
Does Cav have stories to tell about time with the family this weekend?
Do you think Gus cares that much about us?
If they aren't terribly interesting I should bore you with stories?
So you're saying you're boring?
Why would you think we're boring?
What is this, the Spanish Inquisition? We ate, drank, left as quickly as possible and then made fun of our relatives behind their backs, and this isn't what most families do at such gatherings?
Is that suppose to be normal? Do you think I talk about people behind their backs?
Do you all know my cousins just visited from far away? That we had a great time seeing the local sites? That last night we had a fabulous dinner at the local fine restaurant (there's one I would deign 'fine') that involved perfectly cooked pheasant (garlic/bacon/little yellow tomatoes) with polenta and a good Renwood zinfandel and for dessert, peach filled crepes in a light brandy sauce anext a bit of vanilla bean ice cream topped with a color coordinated nasturtium? And they paid for it?
How far away? What's a nasturtium taste like?
No osso bucco on the menu?
