Daphne, ak mhux kunserva ta’ Three Hills. Dak bott ta’ l-Elite li ghandu l-ghatu jissarraf f’punt.
[Daphne – Mela issa nafu li fil-household Pullicino Orlando Ciantar, ma jixtrux Heinz (allavolja Beanz Meanz Heinz) biex jiffrankaw. Is-soltu qamel tas-sinjur.]
Daphne, you do realise you’re pushing 50, don’t you?
[Daphne – Yes. But I remain eternally youthful in spirit, and that is the secret of my success in not having an audience that ages with me (plus those too, of course).]
Daphne makes older people like myself feel young again and makes people younger than her feel mature while learning the truth, especially about what Malta went through the 16 years plus 22 months of Socialist punishment.
From where I sit, Ilsa, it don’t amount to a hill of beans. And neither does he.
“When I wake up with this constipated look on my face nothing works better than Three Hills baked beans. It’s my botox clients who complain.”
“For special effects, this is just enough.”
Shakes can, then:
“I think that’s my brain in there.”
We’re both full of beans.
“I’m not normally full of hot air, but I did have a large breakfast today and here’s the culprit.”
“Dan ir-raguni ghaliex mimli gass.”
“Dawn jghinuk taghmel hoss u tinstema’.”
“Jiena xejn ma jhammarli wicci – hlief il-kunserva tat-tadam.”
Daphne, ak mhux kunserva ta’ Three Hills. Dak bott ta’ l-Elite li ghandu l-ghatu jissarraf f’punt.
[Daphne – Mela issa nafu li fil-household Pullicino Orlando Ciantar, ma jixtrux Heinz (allavolja Beanz Meanz Heinz) biex jiffrankaw. Is-soltu qamel tas-sinjur.]
Maltese baked beans are better than Heinz. Heinz is just expensive for no particular reason except its label.
[Daphne – There are no Maltese baked beans. They are only tinned here.]
“I keep my marbles in this.”
“I keep my brain in this. My ego is in the tanker outside.”
Hmm, I wonder where you keep your bull?
“This can isn’t big enough for my ego.”
A has-been with his breakfast has-beans.
My vote.
“This is the source of my hot air.”
“People who like me, eat lots of baked beans and prove it with photos on Facebook, are powered by natural gas.”
“As an environmentalist, I feel in duty bound to say that if each one of us consumes 10 tins of beans every day, we can power the grid.”
Sargas and John Dalli will not be happy.
“I condemn this tin of beans and Franco Debono joins me in saying that the PM should condemn it too. This country is not run by beans.”
Daphne, you do realise you’re pushing 50, don’t you?
[Daphne – Yes. But I remain eternally youthful in spirit, and that is the secret of my success in not having an audience that ages with me (plus those too, of course).]
Daphne makes older people like myself feel young again and makes people younger than her feel mature while learning the truth, especially about what Malta went through the 16 years plus 22 months of Socialist punishment.
Jeffrey and the beans-talk.
Excellent, Ciccio!
A tin of beans a day keeps Jeffrey away.
“These beans will still be here when my political career is over.”
“I choose beans for breakfast, they soak up the Earl Grey.”
“I know who spilled the beans on my disco plans.”
“These are organic beans grown in Mistra Valley.”
“Beans and have-beens”
“Jeffrey, you smell a rat. I smell more than that”
“When PL is in government, we’ll make the power station work with this can.”
“You’ve been wondering about my medication. Here it is.”
“You too can fart like a champion.”
“They has I’m a has-bean.”
Better Beans than Botox.