Cook the Thief His Wife & Her Lover

Georgina:
Are we safe here?

Michael:
Does Albert read?

Georgina:
Yes! He's a man. He's Jewish and he's from Ethiopia!

Albert:
What?

Georgina:
He's as black as the ace of spades and he probably drinks his own pee!

Georgina:
Try the cock, Albert. It's a delicacy, and you know where it's been.

Albert:
What you've got to realize is that the clever cook puts unlikely things together, like duck and orange, like pineapple and ham. It's called 'artistry'. You know, I am an artist the way I combine my business and my pleasure: Money's my business, eating's my pleasure and Georgie's my pleasure, too, though in a more private kind of way than stuffing the mouth and feeding the sewers, though the pleasures are related because the naughty bits and the dirty bits are so close together that it just goes to show how eating and sex are related. Georgie's naughty bits are nicely related, aren't they, Georgie?

Michael:
Where is he now?

Georgina:
He's eating avocado vinigrette and prawns... with his fingers.

Albert:
Looks like catfood for constipated French rabbits!

Georgina:
Bon apetit, Albert, that's French...

Albert:
What are you doing in there Georgie? You playin' with yerself? That's not allowed. That's my property you're not allowed to fiddle with it.

Albert:
I think those Ethiopians enjoy starving. Keeps them thin and graceful.

Albert:
Circumsized mediocrity is screwing my wife!