Frank: See how my foot’s in the light?
Basil: Uh-huh. Now, can we please get back to this?
I’ve Told You About The Walrus and Me ~ Well, Here’s FrankJ and Basil (not Basil, You See), Yeah
Frank: See how my foot’s in the light?
Basil: Uh-huh. Now, can we please get back to this?
Huh. I pictured them differently in my head.
Well, you see, photo archives don’t lie.
“This new learning amazes me, Sir Basil, not Basil. Explain again how sheep’s bladders may be employed to prevent earthquakes.”
Think of it gentlemen! Hoof and Mouth Disease a thing of the past.
Stand and deliver! Your lupins, please.
Basil:
Can we turn up the heat in this place?
Frank:
Everyone in the waiting room seems comfortable enough. That’s the important thing.
Frank:
See? I’ve put my foot on it! An improvement on the Golden Mean! Two-thirds, then one-third, then — and here’s the brilliant part — another third! Are you . . . Are you listening?
Basil:
So Andy Capp’s wife just puts up with this?
Frank:
“Goldfinger is clearly the best! Look at this chord progression.”
“… And with only a minor geometric relocation of the chair vis-a-vis the couch, we could both have places to sit!”
“Let me study that diagram again.”
Real men don’t sofa, together.
“Chair . . . couch . . . Why is this decorator’s bill over $600,000?”
“A Patti Reagan centerfold, interesting.”
Excuse me while I whip this out.
Hey, that was my line.
Big Bang Theory, 1953.