Bunkerism's

Of course most ,would Remember old Archie Bunker,and his own way with the english language:

Here's some of his old Bunkerisim's ,as only Archie could speak them:

In the grand tradition of William Shakespeare's Doll Tearsheet and Richard Sheridan's Mrs. Malaprop, and the modern school of Dizzy Dean, Samuel Goldwyn, Yogi Berra, and Howard Cossell, Archie Bunker is also renowned for unfailingly tripping over his tongue. His word choice is so "legionary" that his hilarious tongue tangles have come to be called Bunkerisms. To use the great man's "epaulet," the name Bunker and the humorously illiterate misuse of words are like "to peas in a pot." Trust me, the following genuine, authentic, certified, and unretouched Bunkerisms ain't no "science friction" or "frigment" of my imagination:

• Nobody gets arrested in this country lest he deserves it. If he don't yell "pig" or any of them other epaulets, he'll be okay.
• Don't take everything so liberally.
• The statements I made were supposed to be sub-rosy.
• This woman could be a kidnapper, making you an excessity after the fact.
• I give ya the biggest build-up since Grant took Richard.
• There's something rotten in Sweden, Edith. Call it a father's intermission, but I smell a rat.
• You're taking it out of contest.
• Why don't you write a letter to Dear Abie?
• Forget it. It's irrelevant. It ain't German to this conversation.
• Don't you never read the papers about all them unflocked priests running around? This here priest ain't kosher and never was.
• (About Mike) Listen to our world traveler, will ya. Ain't never been past the Chicago stock yards, and now he's a regular Marco Polish.
• What is this, the United Nations? We gotta have a whole addenda?
• She's hangin' around my neck like an albacross.
• I don't need their whole Dunne and Broadstreet.
• Just who the hell are we entertaining here tonight? The Count to Monte Crisco?
• Whoever sent 'em obviously wanted to remain unanimous.
• The Mets winnin' the pennant, that would be a miracle. Yeah, like the immaculate connection.
• If you was half as sick as me, you'd be layin' on that floor waitin' for Rigor Morris to set in.
• You've been standing on that phone like a pillow of salt.
• You're about as funny as a crotch.
• "Sorry" ain't gonna clench my thirst.
• Get on the phone and call up the lodge and confirm that the Bunkers is goin' to Florida as pre-deranged.
• I don't see why you had to drag me to her doctor, this groinocologist guy.
• That there is for your condition, Edith. It's for when you get one of them hot flushes.
• (Sniffing a cigar) Edith, this is the nectarine of the gods.
• It's a proven fact that capital punishment is a known detergent for crime.
• All I'm sayin' is it was unfair to the white ball players who weren't fortunate enough to be born with the same natural endorsements.
• All you gotta know is I wouldn't go near her with a 10-foot Polack.
• You think he's a nice boy after what he did? Comin' in here, makin' suppository remarks about our country. And callin' me prejudiced while I was singin' "God Bless America," a song written by a well-known and respected Jewish guy. Milton Berle.
• Well, goodbye and good ribbons.