'Waiter! There's a fly in my alphabet soup!'
I expect it's learning to read, sir.'
'Waiter! There's a fly in my soup!'
'Don't worry, sir, the tarantula on the roll will catch it.'
'Waiter! There's a fly in my soup!'
'Yes, sir, it's the bad meat that attracts them.'
Cannibal Cook: Shall I make soup from both of those cooks we captured?
Cannibal King: No; one is enough. Too many cooks spoil the broth.
Diner: How's your chicken soup today?
Waiter: It's pretty fowl.
Diner: Waiter! This soup tastes funny.
Waiter: Then why aren't you laughing?
Diner: Waiter, I can't eat this soup.
Waiter: I'll get the manager, sir.
Diner: Manager, I can't eat this soup.
Manager: Sorry, sir. I'll get the chef.
Diner: Chef, I can't eat this soup.
Chef: What's wrong with it?
Diner: Nothing - I haven't got a spoon.
Diner: Waiter, your thumb is in my chicken soup.
Waiter: That's all right, sir, it's not very hot.
Have you ever had chicken soup?
No, I've never known a chicken who could cook.
How do you make gold soup?
Put 14 carrots in it.
Waiter, there's a fly in my soup!
Don't worry - he won't drink much.
Waiter, there's a fly in my soup.
Throw him a doughnut, sir; it'll make a good lifebelt.