Sublime to ridiculous

Spending a few days in the rural heart of Brittany, I went for a stroll around town - a town that I have been returning to for many years - and it turned into a stroll down memory lane as I walked past the Chapel of Rest and remembered a well-loved aunt of my wife who was laid out there for us all to bid our final farewells. A very poignant memory. Then I got an image in my mind of the delivery of a nubile young female's corpse to a similar chapel of rest, and one of the employees whispering to another: "Looks like we've got an eater, here." Yet I can't figure out if it's a scene from a film or a book or a joke, and it's bugging me.

The things they say

When a child reaches the age of acquiring the "Why? Why? Why" syndrome ("Why am I a boy?", "Why is blue blue?", that kind of thing), the exasperated French parent will often answer: "Pour faire parler les curieux" ("To get the curious talking.").
Stan's take on this was rather more off-the-wall: "Pour faire parler l'écureuil" ("To get the squirrel talking").
You couldn't make it up, could you?

Dwayne's survival of the fittest

It would seem I got my facts wrong, and although Chambers has been picked to run for Team GB he won't in fact be eligible for the Olympics on account of his drugs record. The man himself can't get his head around the levels of opprobrium heaped upon his inclusion in the team. When asked for a reaction, he is quoted as saying: "Is it because I is black?"

Dwax and Dwayne

So a drugs cheat gets picked to compete in a corrupt nation's Olympic Games.
The only way Dwayne Chambers could redeem himself in my eyes would be to walk around the track after his 100 m final in Beijing with the Tibetan flag draped over his shoulders, when he comes in third (come on, he's British, he's not going to win!).

The nation's hangman

I was on the blower to me old mam and she told me that she had just found out from an uncle of mine that we're related to the man who was the country's hangman at the start of the twentieth century, responsible for pulling the lever on the likes of Dr. Crippen, to name but one.
The wonder of the Internet of course meant that, as we spoke, I was able to look up details of the man himself and read her what I had found, and then to find the book he had written of his life as executioner on Amazon and order it before the conversation was over.
She was of course very pleased that I was able to come up with all this, and told me: "Isn't it a coincidence that you were looking into this too?"
Truly worthy of Mrs Brady, Old Lady! Nice one, mum!

Paroles d'enfant

(Brisane, 3 ans, menton écorché)
- Tu t'es fait mal, Brisane ?
- Oui.
- Tu es tombée dans la cour ?
- Oui.
- C'était aujourd'hui ?
(Stanley interrompt) - Non, demain.

Paroles d'enfant

("Cérébrale Académie" = "Big Brain Academy" [Wii])

Stanley : On peut jouer à Abracadémie ?

Paroles d'enfant

Maman : "Stanley, tu veux venir avec moi, je vais déposer des vêtements pour les pauvres."
Stanley: "Les pauvres quoi ?"