Upon seeing his enemy descend upon him, the Irishman looked heavenward and repeated the object of his quest in his thick accent: "Whale oil. Beef, hooked."

And she says to him,
"I've just walked by the dolphin tank,
And they're feeling very amorous -
They're doing all sort of things to each other.
And the trouble is in less than an hour,
We've got three busloads of second gr...