"Ein! Shaer Thali ber mael ti ei volesi os cor vaelor!" says the Gnome, as the Giants triumph over the Vikings.
Translation: “Ahh! Brett Favre just sent me a picture of his penis!”
"Sar'm shar Ai't salol eirdyr!" says the Giants Gnome as he beats up a random Native American in honor of the Redskins' defeat.
Translation: “That’s what I’m talkin’ about!”
"MES AIR, Balyloli!" proclaims the Giants Gnome as he washes the smell of defeat -- and week-old puke -- off his bubbly body.
Translation: “Suck it, Jacksonville!”
"Blaahhhffffff..." says the gnome.
"Shar? Air'm byr jhoji Ai't colol thelol pyl!" the gnome barks, as he bites a stranger's fingernails in nervous anticipation.
Translation: “What? It’s not like I’m killing fucking dogs!”
(The Gnome is speechless)
Translation: Dallas still sucks.
"Por eileili aeli byroli Shoraendes jhyr jhoji Maesolai?" the Gnome shouts as he makes his victory leap.
Translation: “Did anyone else notice Whitehurst looks like Serpico?”