Victor/Victoria1982

Victoria:
The bourguignon was just a little tough.

Waiter:
Maybe the way you are eating your jaws are getting tired.

Toddy:
Speaking of overworked jaws, why don't you treat yours to a sabbatical and fetch me a wine list?

Victoria:
[holding up her wine glass] This is all they have.

Toddy:
This? The last time I saw a specimen like this, they had to shoot the horse!

Waiter:
How lucky can you get? In one evening a Rockefeller... and a Groucho Marx.

Toddy:
Oh, they didn't shoot a real horse... just a costume with two waiters in it.

Waiter:
I shall think of a sharp retort while I am getting your roast chicken.

Toddy:
It's a wise man who knows when to throw in the towel.

Waiter:
And it is a moron who gives advice to a horse's arse.