Oui, Madam Parker. It’s nice to meet you.
A gluttonous Frenchman and a very large horse. This is going to turn out badly for one of them.
I didn’t know Gerard was in “Sex and the City.”
“No! You’re the horse! I know you are, but what am I?”
“Is like looking in zee mirror, no?”
I’m thinking a nice red sauce. And a couple sticks of butter.
“Gerry,Gerry,Gerry,Gerry, what day is it Gerry?”
Whoever wins the staring contest gets to eat the loser.
(I must warn you, Gerard’s record is 1,074 wins and no losses.)
I’m French. I can do this!
Gerard wins the ‘Who has the biggest nostrils competition’ Yet again.
“So lovely to finally meet you! I love your work on Sex and the City, how are the twins?”
Kathereen! I’ve not zeen you since Mah Fahthuh Ze Heeroh! Ah you ant your Muzzer ztill ze…ow-yoo-zay…Zee Yuuu Nehxt Tooosdehs?
“Finally, a woman equal to my own beauty.”
You know is Sarah Jessica Parker ever commits suicide, it is all on our heads, right?
How dare you try to saddle us with that bale-ful responsibility! Good Neigh to you, Sir!
1) We aren’t that lucky.
2) It’s a known fact, that SJP can’t die. She just transforms into a fiery horse. If someone is foolish enough to feed her after midnight, she transforms back to human….. sort of…
Or wait… was that gremlins? I can never remember.
Whose wurst is that? And what’s it doing there?
“This is my date AND my lunch!”
so, in equine years, it’s a teenager, right? Donne-moi…
Woody Harrelson just don’t like the looks of that horse.
You are the horse. I am the walrus. Goo Goo Goo Joob.
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