Waiter, There's A Fly in My Soup!

Restaurant Patron: Waiter, there's a fly in my soup!
Waiter: Shh! Not so loud, then everybody'll want one.
Patron: What, they would want flies?
Waiter: No, service.

Nostradamus the Waiter: Doing the backstroke, sir.
Restaurant Patron: Waiter, what's this fly doing in my soup -- hey, wait a minute?!

Restaurant Patron: Waiter, there's a fly in my soup!
Waiter: Sir, you're eating a sandwich.
Patron: It happened last week!

Restaurant Patron: Waiter, what would you recommend?
Fly (disguised as the waiter): Try the soup.

Restaurant Patron: Waiter, there's a pony in my soup!
Waiter: A little horse?
Patron: Yes, that's why I ordered the soup!

Restaurant Patron (spills soup on pants, points to zipper): Waiter, there's soup on my fly!

Fly in Soup: It's ironic.
Waiter: What is?
Fly: That for a creature known as a fly, I would die drowning.

Café Gratitude Restaurant Patron: Waiter, I Am Fly in Soup.

Restaurant Patron: Waiter, there's a fly in my soup!
Waiter: Plus it's canned soup, so you'll pee out high levels of bpa, too.

Cannibalistic Talking Fly: Waiter! There's no fly in my soup!

[via Twitter and Witstream]