"Waiter, there's a fly in my soup!"
"I'm not surprised, sir, our chef used to be a tailor."
'Waiter! There's a fly in my alphabet soup!'
I expect it's learning to read, sir.'
'Waiter! There's a fly in my wine!'
'Well, you did ask for something with a
little body, sir.'
Customer: Waiter, what's this fly doing in my ice-cream?
Waiter: Looks like he's learning to ski.
How do you get a mouse to fly?
Buy it a plane ticket.
If God meant us to fly - he'd buy the tickets
Q: What do you call a fly buzzing inside a blonde's head?
A: A Space Invader.
Waiter, there's a fly in my soup!
Don't worry - he won't drink much.
Waiter, waiter, there's a dead fly in my soup.
Yes, sir, it's the hot water that kills them.
Waiter, waiter, there's a fly in my soup.'
'No, sir, actually that's the chef. The last customer was a witch doctor.'