Fry: So I really am important? How I feel when I’m drunk is correct?
Nibbler: Yes. Except the Dave Matthews Band does not rock.
From my favourite episode of Futurama, that I have already gone on about. And the title is meant to be a pun – it’s taken from the only Dave Matthews Band song I know (vaguely) off. So I can’t actually confirm whether or not they rock. But I do laugh (and slightly snort) at that line anyway every time I watch the episode.
Me: Tell me what this is.
Christian: Easy, that’s Hitler.
Me: No! It’s a French man with a béret!
Christian: No way, that’s Hitler. See the moustache and the hair?
Please weigh in on this: I much prefer my interpretation, which is supported by the page I originally found it on.
It starts like this: ‘Scoot!’ – then ‘Scooty Puff!’, then ‘Scooty Puff Junior!’ as we try to nudge her to one side.
If we have really gotten into it by that point, we might add ‘Scooty Puff Junior suuuuucks!’ (which is why the Nibblonians upgraded Fry to Scooty Puff Senior – ‘the Doom Bringer’ – since Scooty Puff Junior fell apart).
I’m pretty sure I’ve lost most of you by this point.
Just watch ‘The Why of Fry‘ (season 4) and all will be explained.
PS: When you type ‘Scooty Puff’ into the Google search bar, it auto fills! We’re not the only ones with a slight obsession.
PPS: Same episode contains another great line: ‘Detecting trace amounts of mental activity!’. Oh, and also ‘Sometimes I fear we are cute’. Gold.
PS: I love the French flag – the blue and the red are such strong colours but they go really well together. It makes my heart go boom – and when I feel homesick to the point of tears (it does happen!), I dress in blue, white and red. Now you know!
There have been many things to adapt to for me since moving from France to Australia, and this is the beginning of an attempt to explain.
Since moving to Melbourne I have noticed some interesting things about me. Namely, that I am more French than I ever realised.
Which sounds silly since I very much knew I was French before moving here. But what I didn’t realise was how much it was at the very core of my person, this Frenchness. I have just made up a word (according to spellcheck at least) but it is the best way I can describe it. It’s not patriotism (or not completely), it’s not arrogance (again, not completely), it’s something else and it makes me well, me. A 30 year old French girl with a name I have to spell a lot.
Some books may have been written on the subject (some of them making me very angry indeed, but that’s a story for another time), but ‘How to tell if you’re French‘ has to be the most accurate and funny account of ‘Frenchness’ I have read in a while. Read it and tell me if you are more French than you thought.
Ed Wood, 1994 (dir. Tim Burton).
Possibly my favourite moments in it are:
- When Johnny Depp dressed like a woman and filming illegally on the street screams ‘Police, run!’ and tries to scamper off in high heels
- When him and Martin Landau are watching tv – Johnny ‘And nobody knows what is wrong with the buffalos’, Martin ‘Pull ze string!!’