19 January 2013
Quote of the Day: Due South
From "Dead Guy Running" (3.09):
Fraser: What happened to your ear?
Ray: It's a long story.
Fraser: You know Ray, that thing with your ear kind of reminds me of a wrestling match I once saw in Great Slave Lake where Yukon John actually bit off Haystack Calhoun's ear. Although my friend Innusiq, who knew such things, said it was entirely fake, and that the next night Haystack Calhoun would bite off Yukon John's ear.
Ray: What is the point of that story?
Fraser: It's just an ear anecdote.
[later]
Fraser: You know Ray, I had another friend, well, acquaintance, really. Anyway, one day he was fishing and he ripped off his ear with a hula popper. He was able to sew it back on with some eight pound teslon filament. Unfortunately, he sewed it on backwards, and from that day forwards he claimed he was dyslexic.
Ray: What is the point of that story Fraser? I don't get it.
Fraser: There is nothing to get, Ray, it's just another ear anecdote.
[later]
Fraser: How's your ear?
Ray: It's fine. Why?
Fraser: Oh, I was just thinking of a relative of mine, well, distant relative, actually: fourth-cousin-three-times-removed, to be exact. Malach Einer was his name. Anyway, one day he had a seashell up to his ear and he was listening to the gentle lapping of the surf when a narwhal poked the surface and shoved the seashell deep into his eardrum, and from that day forward instead of the gentle lapping of the surf he had a rushing torrent raging through his cranium. Relatives, eh?
Fraser: What happened to your ear?
Ray: It's a long story.
Fraser: You know Ray, that thing with your ear kind of reminds me of a wrestling match I once saw in Great Slave Lake where Yukon John actually bit off Haystack Calhoun's ear. Although my friend Innusiq, who knew such things, said it was entirely fake, and that the next night Haystack Calhoun would bite off Yukon John's ear.
Ray: What is the point of that story?
Fraser: It's just an ear anecdote.
[later]
Fraser: You know Ray, I had another friend, well, acquaintance, really. Anyway, one day he was fishing and he ripped off his ear with a hula popper. He was able to sew it back on with some eight pound teslon filament. Unfortunately, he sewed it on backwards, and from that day forwards he claimed he was dyslexic.
Ray: What is the point of that story Fraser? I don't get it.
Fraser: There is nothing to get, Ray, it's just another ear anecdote.
[later]
Fraser: How's your ear?
Ray: It's fine. Why?
Fraser: Oh, I was just thinking of a relative of mine, well, distant relative, actually: fourth-cousin-three-times-removed, to be exact. Malach Einer was his name. Anyway, one day he had a seashell up to his ear and he was listening to the gentle lapping of the surf when a narwhal poked the surface and shoved the seashell deep into his eardrum, and from that day forward instead of the gentle lapping of the surf he had a rushing torrent raging through his cranium. Relatives, eh?
Labels: Due South
# posted by mamurd @ 9:04 PM 
