Here's a sentence for y'all to toss around.
Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo.
Sure, it might look all bull; but nay, it's actually gramatically valid.
Essentially, three senses of 'buffalo':
1. Buffalo, the city.
2. buffalo, the animal - used in the plural.
3. buffalo, as a verb - meaning to intimidate.
So now: Buffalo1 buffalo2 Buffalo1 buffalo2 buffalo3 buffalo3 Buffalo1 buffalo2.
Or, in other words: [The] buffalo from Buffalo [that other] buffalo from Buffalo intimidate [themselves] intimidate [other] buffalo [from] Buffalo.
Actually, I think this holds good for any number of 'buffalo' repetitions. Of course, this is left as an exercise for the reader*.
* - it was a toss-up between this and the equally infuriating 'it can be easily shown that...'
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Linda: Right, go ahead. Say something to her.
Allan (dancing up to a cute woman): One, two. One, two.
Linda: Allan, try something more meaningful.
Allan: Three, four. Three, four.
-Woody Allen, Play It Again, Sam.
I finally got around to watching the two films from Woody's early, straight-ahead comedic period (What's New, Pussycat? through, arguably, The Front), that I hadn't seen before. What's Up, Tiger Lily?, and Play It Again, Sam now sit happily atop my list of favourite films. What's Up, Tiger Lily? in particular, is heavily underappreciated. Sure, taking a badly made Japanese spy film and overdubbing new dialogue (about a secret recipe for egg salad, hyuk hyuk) might sound quite sufficiently lowbrow; but blimey, it works. Heck - Woody Allen plus B-movies - how could it get any better?
And the lines, the lines - oh Lord, the lines!
Phil Moscowitz: I'd call him a sadistic, hippophilic necrophile, but that would be beating a dead horse.
High Macha Of Rashpur: Good afternoon. I am the Grand Exalted High Macha of Rashpur, a nonexistent but real-sounding country.
Phil Moscowitz: Uh-huh.
High Macha Of Rashpur: Yes. We're on a waiting list. As soon as there's an opening on the map, we're next.
High Macha Of Rashpur (displaying a printed floor plan): This is Shepherd Wong's home.
Phil Moscowitz: He lives in that piece of paper?
Wing Fat: Don't tell me what I can do, or I'll have my mustache eat your beard.
What's more, it's easy to see the birth of
Mystery Science Theater 3000 in this movie. I can't recommend this (and MST3K, for that matter) highly enough. Please to be watching it.
(And yes, as a bonus - watch out for a badly spliced and horribly out of place
Lovin' Spoonful video, included by the studio during post-production. Funk-ay!)
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Gather around, kids - it's movie time. Watch
this.
But wait, here are your instructions.
In the video clip on that page, you'll see two groups of people - one wearing white, and the other wearing black (with about three people in each group, if I remember right). The people in white are tossing a basketball to each other, and so are the people in black. Your mission, should you choose to accept it: carefully count the number of times someone in white tosses the basketball to another person in white. Pay close attention, and note down this number. When you're done, watch the video again to make sure. And then report the number here. You might be surprised.