Girl: The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain.
Girl: Octopus in vinaigrette never leaves one with regret.
Girl: I eat chorizo in apple sidra and pork sausage frita whenever I read the Bhagavidad Gita with Rita.
Professor: Let's take it from the top.
Girl: Xixón Café serves some two dozen tapas all day, on Coral Way, till 8 p.m. Monday to Wednesday, till 10 p.m. Thursday through Saturday without delay, but hey — not Sunday.
Professor: I said "top," not "tapas."
Girl: Fried white anchovies and gazpacho are more macho than a nacho.
Professor: Now you're just being obnoxious.
Girl: Steamed clams, ma'am, with a bocadillo of that damn Serrano ham — and it's no flimflam scam, tapas are $6 to $14 and can be eaten on the lam.
Professor: Okay, maybe we should break for lunch.
Girl: Spanish wines, cavas, and queso Manchego. Let's take the Winnebago, Diego.
Professor: By George, I think she's got it!