Doris: Yon meat, 'tis sweet as summer's wafting breeze.
Homer: Can I have some?
Doris: Mine ears are only open to the pleas of those who speak ye olde
English.
Homer: Sweet maiden of the spit, grant now my boon, that I might sup on
suckling pig this noon.
Doris: Whatever.
-- Homer, linguist, "Lisa's Wedding"