Oh, yes! Po-TA-to! Potato chips!
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Indian Tourist:
You ask it for chips and you get nothing. Scandinavian Tourist:
Yes, you should tell management. Indian Tourist:
I pay a dollar for the chips, the chips get stuck, the manager gets my dollar, and I get no chips. Senegalese Tourist:
Please tell me, what flavor chips did you eventually decide upon? Indian Tourist:
Who cares! They were paprika rich chips. I like the ridges. I put the tip of my tongue between ridges, because that is where the salty chip dust is! Scandinavian Tourist:
Yes! That's so true! I love ridges. Senegalese Tourist:
Yes but ah, what are these chips made from? Indian Tourist:
Porto. Senegalese Tourist:
Excuse me... what? Indian Tourist:
Porto. Senegalese Tourist:
Can you say that again? Indian Tourist:
Porto. Senegalese Tourist:
Yes but, what are these chips, made from? Indian Tourist:
Porto. Senegalese Tourist:
Sorry but, what? Indian Tourist:
Porto. Senegalese Tourist:
I don't understand! Can you say that again? Indian Tourist:
Porto. Senegalese Tourist:
Please one more time! Indian Tourist:
Porto. Senegalese Tourist:
Okay this is embarrassing, but please can you say it a little slower? Indian Tourist:
Porto. Senegalese Tourist:
I am very, very sorry, but I need to know what are these chips made from? Indian Tourist:
Porto. Senegalese Tourist:
Please one last time... Indian Tourist:
Porto. Scandinavian Tourist:
I think he's trying to say "potato". Senegalese Tourist:
Oh, yes! Po-TA-to! Potato chips! [laughs hysterically]
You ask it for chips and you get nothing. Scandinavian Tourist:
Yes, you should tell management. Indian Tourist:
I pay a dollar for the chips, the chips get stuck, the manager gets my dollar, and I get no chips. Senegalese Tourist:
Please tell me, what flavor chips did you eventually decide upon? Indian Tourist:
Who cares! They were paprika rich chips. I like the ridges. I put the tip of my tongue between ridges, because that is where the salty chip dust is! Scandinavian Tourist:
Yes! That's so true! I love ridges. Senegalese Tourist:
Yes but ah, what are these chips made from? Indian Tourist:
Porto. Senegalese Tourist:
Excuse me... what? Indian Tourist:
Porto. Senegalese Tourist:
Can you say that again? Indian Tourist:
Porto. Senegalese Tourist:
Yes but, what are these chips, made from? Indian Tourist:
Porto. Senegalese Tourist:
Sorry but, what? Indian Tourist:
Porto. Senegalese Tourist:
I don't understand! Can you say that again? Indian Tourist:
Porto. Senegalese Tourist:
Please one more time! Indian Tourist:
Porto. Senegalese Tourist:
Okay this is embarrassing, but please can you say it a little slower? Indian Tourist:
Porto. Senegalese Tourist:
I am very, very sorry, but I need to know what are these chips made from? Indian Tourist:
Porto. Senegalese Tourist:
Please one last time... Indian Tourist:
Porto. Scandinavian Tourist:
I think he's trying to say "potato". Senegalese Tourist:
Oh, yes! Po-TA-to! Potato chips! [laughs hysterically]
Full Transcript
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You ask it for chips and you get nothing
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Yes you should tell management
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I pay a dollar for the chips the chips get stuck
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the manager gets my dollar and I get no chips
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Please tell me
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what flavour chips did you eventually decide upon
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Who cares
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They were paprika ridge chips
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I like the ridges
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I put the tip of my tongue between ridges
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because that is where the salty chip dust is
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Yes that's so true
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I love ridges
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Movie Summary
Ronnie runs a Disco walking tour with his son, Brayden. When a sexy woman takes the tour, it begins a competition between father and son for her love. It also signals the arrival of an oily strangler who stalks the streets at night.
