Engels "vertaalde" zinnetjes en spreekwoorden

[fxlove]

Hallo mensen,,

Je hebt van de grappige engels "vertaalde" spreekwoorden, uitdrukkingen en zinnetjes.

Bv;
"Make that the cat wise"
"I am not crazy henkie"
"I want to know how the fork sits in the steel"

wie weet er nog een paar leuke??

[Schrödinger]

I have a little brother dead attached to this kind of onderwerpen.

[Noedelhap]

I always get my sin.

Ik zou je willen helpen maar I'm going to burst an owl.

[fxlove]

Schrödinger schreef:

I have a little brother dead attached to this kind of onderwerpen.

Wtf... Ik snap hem niet helemaal?

[Martiño]

Vertaal hem dan eens naar het Nederlands.

Schrödinger schreef:

I have a little brother dead attached to this kind of onderwerpen.

[pixie]

Schrödinger schreef:

I have a little brother dead attached to this kind of onderwerpen.

you mean 'this kind of underthrowings'.

Like Make that the cat wise dan maar op FB

Het is al laat voor mij en ik kan er zo geen bedenken buiten dat ik nu weer YESYES A HORSE IN THE HALLWAY in mijn hoofd zing.

En ik ken er ook eentje die de andere kant op werkt: Tijdvliegen houden van een pijl.

there comes the monkey out of the sleeve.

I get there a pointhead from.

[Dinalfos]

You must not make a murder pit of your heart.

[Dinalfos]

So-the-toss an end up, man!

[Dinalfos]

Yes, this shoots for no meter up. Get but tasty the typhus, I hold it for seen.

[Pancakes]

This time I see it through the fingers!

[Pancakes]

I have it in the holes

blijkbaar had iemand op m'n vriendin d'r school een keer op engelse schoolreis gevraagd 'can I put my as here' toen hij bedoelde of hij daar z'n peuk kon aftikken.

I want to order a coffee wrong.

[Little Phoebe]

It has not layed its windeggs.
Just beat my advice in the wind.
He gets the wind from the front.
They smell an hour in the wind.
From the wind we cannot live.

Spoiler

Uiteraard van deze reclame:

[Miekje*]

That lies him no windeggs.
I am a little bit in the war (geen spreekwoord, maar mijn docente Engels stak er altijd de gek mee).
I am as tired as a horse.

[pixie]

Mutant schreef:

En ik ken er ook eentje die de andere kant op werkt: Tijdvliegen houden van een pijl.

Ik snap deze niet

[Chick Rock]

Time flies holds of an arrow?
Time flies loves an arrow?

Ik snap 'em ook niet

Ik heb het altijd onthouden als een voorbeeld waarom je niet klakkeloos mag aannemen dat vertaalprogramma's iets juist vertalen. Time flies like an arrow werd door een vertaalprogramma vertaald als Tijdvliegen houden van een pijl.

[Miekje*]

I can just come round.

[Chick Rock]

Ik kende die hele uitdrukking niet

[AzN]

I wanna beat you in each other.

Chick Rock schreef:

Ik kende die hele uitdrukking niet

Het is iets dat ik heel lang geleden ben tegengekomen, 10-15 jaar misschien, en altijd heb onthouden.

Het wordt ook in het Engels zelf gebruikt blijkbaar: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Time_fl..._like_a_banana

En ontopic:

Don't sit by the packages down!

[Schrödinger]

pixie schreef:

you mean 'this kind of underthrowings'.

Nee, de olijke grap is dat ik "topic" nu juist terug-"vertaal" naar het Nederlands.

Een docent van me ging tijdens een college ook dat soort uitdrukkingen af, veel lachende studenten.
Docent;'He hit the nail on the head!'
Collegezaal (vol studenten Engels!) lag dubbel

Ik gebruik zelf overigens wel eens 'Go your gang' waarbij ik me heel goed bewust ben van het feit dat het geen fatsoenlijk Engels is. Juist daarom.

[pixie]

Good busy.

[fxlove]

Lolol ik lach me echt dood om deze dingen xD

[Martiño]

I laugh me death around these things, bedoel je?

What have I now again on my bike hanging

[Miekje*]

Now breaks my wooden shoe!

[Snebbeltje]

Get now tits! How can that now?

[Snebbeltje]

Unfortunately peanutbutter.

[Trimm Trabb]

Mijn 'language acquisition' docente heeft pas in de les dit pareltje voorgelezen:

Spoiler

There was once a poor woodchopper. "This woodchopping", he said one day to his woman, "there sits no dry bread in it. I work myself an accident the whole day, but you and our twelve children have not to eat".
"I see the future dark in", his woman agreed.
"We must try to fit a sleeve on it", the woodchopper resumed; "I have a plan: tomorrow we shall go on step with the children, and then, in the middle of the wood, we'll leave them to their fate over".
His woman almost went off her little stick when she heard this. "What is there with you on the hand?" she cried, "aren't you good sob?"
But the woodchopper wasn't brought off his piece by her wailing, he gave no shrink. "It cannot differ to me what you think", he said. "There sits nothing else on, tomorrow we leave them in the wood".

Little Thumbie, the youngest son, had listened off hit parents' conversation. The next morning before day and dew he went out and filled his pockets with pebbles. During the walk into the wood he knew unmarked-up to drop them one by one. The the parents told the children to sprockle some wood, and shined the plate.

When the parents didn't come for the day anymore, the children understood that they had been left int the stitch. Soon the waterlanders appeared. But Thumbie said: "Don't sit down by your packages, I will sorrow for it that we all get home wholeskins". Thank be the pebbles, he was able to find his way back.

"By God", the parents said as they turned up, "How have you ragged him that?". "No art on", Thumbie said and explained what he had done. "If you want to be rid of us you have to stand up a bit earlier".

That is just what the parents did. This time there came no pebbles on the pass, all Thumbie had was a piece of dry bread. He decided that his bread there then but must believe to it. He left a trail of braedcrumbs but he didn't have it in the holes that they were being made into soldiers by the birds.

His parents departed with the northern sun, as on the day before, but this time Thumbie soon touched rid of the trail. What now? Good counsel was expensive. The sun was already under, it was raining pipestems and the crying stood Little Thumbie nearer than the laughing. At last he saw a tiny light through the trees; it turned out to be a hou- se.

The lady who stood them to word was a giantess. She gave them what to eat but Little Thumbie received the feeling that something wasn't fluff. He had understood that the giantess' man, the giant, was a people-eater who would see no bone in devouring them. "If we do not pass up", he thought, "we shall be the cigar." As soon as they saw there chance clean they took the legs and smeared him.

When the giant came home, he sniffed the air and bellowed: "I smell people flesh! Woman, why have you let them go there from through? Bring me my seven-leage boots, I go them behind after!"

He was about to haul the children in, but, wonder above wonder, just then he decided to lie down in order to snap a little owl.
"Shoot up, help me!" Thumbie said to his brothers as soon as the giant lay there pipping, "we must see to make him his seven-league boots off-handy."
He squeezed him like an old thief but they went ahead and knew him to draw his boots out. "Now we must make that we come away!", Little Thumbie said. He put on the boots and quickly made himself out of the feet, carrying his brothers along. Also he had seen chance to roll the giant's pockets and pick in all his gold pieces.
"How have you boxed that before eachother?" cried Thumbie's parents in amazement when he showed up.
"It was a pod-skin", said Little Thumbie modestly "I may be small but I stand my little man. And look, I have also brought a lot of poon. We used not to be able to allow ourselves billy-goat's leaps, but now we have our sheep on the dry. We will never come anything too short again! I shall be able to buy myself a nail-suit at last! And woody- stringy."
"And I a soup-dress", cried his mother, "they are you of it these days."
"Great", his father exulted, "I shall buy us a motor-car."

That afternoon he came riding to the fore in a sled of a wagon. "I seem to be having trouble riding straight out", Thumbie's father complained.
"Thank you the cuckoo", his woman said, "you have a piece in your collar. You have him around again. I shall stop you in bed."

The next day the children were stuck in the clothes as well. In her new soup-dress, mother looked a cleanliness. After that they moved to the Hague, where they bought a chest of a house on the New Explanation, and lived happily ever after.

[Dinalfos]

That is too again so what.

He lies for monkey yawning up the couch.

Have you than wholemeal no feeling in your thunder?

I live in Neighborhood By Expensive City.

[Pancakes]

Een meisje op m'n oude werk sprak dagelijks in dit soort termen, laatste die ik heb onthouden was toen ze tegen m'n Poolse collega zei: "I go piss for a minute."

I thank you from the bottom of my Heart and from my wife's bottom to.

i have beautyfull enough of it.

[Little Phoebe]

I don't know that out of my head.

[Miekje*]

I found the dog in the pot.

Dinalfos schreef:

Have you than wholemeal no feeling in your thunder?

[HomoSignificans]

Out of sight, out of mind.

[Turk February]

Een korte dialoog:

"Cancermess!"

"Cuntmess, shall you mean! Don't swear with cancer! My mother cancered off the stairs!"

"Now and?"

"Now and? What now, now and?"

"Know I much! You are always so from: this and that and sister and so, and then have I also so something from, say but: do but normal, then do you already crazy enough."

"Oh, get the clothes, branchbroad. I am ready with you. I crawl under the wool with a tasty timewriting."

[Trimm Trabb]

Godver, Turk!