Waiter: Um, looks to me to be backstroke, sir...
Banta: Waiter, there's a fly in my soup!
Waiter: Don't worry sir, the spider on the breadroll will get 'em.
Banta: Waiter, there's a fly in my soup!
Waiter: Couldn't be, sir. The cook used them all in the raisin bread.
Banta: Waiter, there is a fly in my soup!
Waiter: Sorry sir, maybe I've forgotten it when I removed the other three.
Banta: Waiter, there's a fly in my soup!
Waiter: Surely not, sir. It must be one of those vitamin bees you hear so much about.
Banta: Waiter, there's a fly swimming in my soup!
Waiter: Then we've served you too much soup, the fly should be wading.
Banta: Waiter, there's a dead fly in my soup!
Waiter: Yes sir, it's the hot water that kills them.
Banta: Waiter, there's a dead fly in my soup!
Waiter: What do you expect for $1 - a live one?
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