I don't remember what show it was - may have been Outer Limits - but there was a guy who would grab every cat he saw and say some indecipherable phrase to it. It turned out he was part of an invasion force that came from a planet run by cats, and he was looking for his commanding officer. He kept saying (when slowed down), "C. O. This is Private R-T-N-T-N-D-O" It's been driving me nuts trying to find it.
I find myself thinking about James Gandolfini lately. I always figured he was about 6 to 8 years older than me, but it turns out he was only about 2 years older.
It's hard for me to picture Romans without tomato sauce. While studying anatomy I learned that the shallow depression where the thigh bone meets the pelvis is called the 'acetabulum,' which means 'little vinegar cup.' I used to wonder why vinegar was so important on the Roman table until one day I was dipping bread into olive oil and balsamic vinegar and I thought maybe that was also the way they used vinegar then.
I answer 'or' questions like that all the time. My wife finds it annoying, but I'm afraid I've passed the habit on to my daughter. :D
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PGNiXGX2nLU
A little dance.
A little seltzer down his pants.