frenchfries: hellooooooo!

again with the nostalgia. i watched mrs. doubtfire last night for about the 45th time this semester. it's one of those movies; entertaining as a child, but you get SO much more out of it when you actually understand all of the cleverly disguised puns. i'll outline for you, the best of the best.

first off, does ANYONE know the old nanny's first name? i grew up believing her to be named yoo-vig-uh-nye-uh doubtfire. Because if you listen to her introduction, what ELSE could it possibly be? She goes by a name that has never been heard by anyone in north america. so, with some careful research, i discovered that her name is actually euphegenia. euphegenia doubtfire. why didn't i think of that? i can't find anything about the actual name besides the fact that it did NOT make the top 1000 names in the usa. no kidding.

now that her name is all cleared up, here's some examples of euphegenia's hilaaaarious parlance:

mrs. doubtfire: (after being introduced to natalie) i admire that honesty, natalie, that's a noble quality. never lose that, because it often disappears with age, or entering politics.

mrs. doubtfire: (throwing the remote in the fishtank) the only thing you'll be watching is deep cnn.

(at a fancy swimming pool)
mrs. doubtfire: isn't this posh? i'll bet it's very exclusive, probably need a credit reference just to get in the pool.

(trying to get teeth out of the glass)
mrs. doubtfire: carpe dentum! seize the teeth!

mrs. doubtfire: oh, the terrorists! it was a run-by-fruiting!

mrs. doubtfire: sink the sub. hide the weasel. park the porpoise. a bit of the old humpty dumpty, little jack horny, the horizontal mambo, hmm? the bone dancer, rumpleforeskin, baloney bop, a bit of the old cunning linguistics?
stu: mrs. doubtfire, please.
mrs. doubtfire: oh i'm sorry, am i being a little graphic? i'm sorry. well, i hope you're up for a little competition. she's got a power tool in the bedroom, dear. it's her own personal jackhammer. she could break sidewalk with that thing. she uses it and the lights dim, it's like a prison movie. amazed she hasn't chipped her teeth.

mrs. doubtfire: (upon meeting stuart dunmire) stu. that's more of a thick soup than a name, really.

stu: yes, well ... miranda's been raving about you.
mrs. doubtfire: odd. she's never mentioned you.

mrs. doubtfire: (on mr. doubtfire) he was quite fond of the drink. it was the drink that killed him.
miranda: he was an alcoholic?
mrs. doubtfire: no, he was hit by a guinness truck.

mrs. doubtfire: (on her talk show at the end of the movie) they[england] have a queen and a royal family
bird puppet: oh, just like a poker game!
mrs. doubtfire: it's a full house

mrs. doubtfire: do you know what language they speak in england?
bird puppet: pakistani?
mrs. doubtfire: that's right. in many stores they do.

mrs. doubtfire: (looking down at stu's package as he gets out of the pool) by the looks of you, that water's so cold.
stu: yes, well ...
natalie: your tummy looks different from my daddy's.
mrs. doubtfire: oh, natty! not everyone has their own personal trainer.

now. i really hope i wasn't the only person who noticed lydia's sharp style. take a look at the hip 90's outfits that she was ever so lucky to sport:

and natalie? does her whispering voice drive ANYONE else crazy? chris though, he's always been an utter hunk-o-saurus. i'm sure you all remember him, years later in boy meets world as jack, but let's check out what the hillard kids look like these days.