From a conversation with my mother

[gnomi]

Me: Yeah, I've got a...thingie. Sorry -- words gone.

Her: I'm familiar with that.

Me: Words gone. Come back tomorrow.

Her: Oh, I like that.

Me: It's like the bakery -- out of bagels; try again tomorrow. Out of words; try again later.

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[zsero.livejournal.com]

In the late '20s or early '30s, in the USSR, my grandfather worked in a bakery, and my great-uncle was a night-watchman. Once my grandmother heard her brother call out in his sleep, "who goes there?" (kto idyot), and her husband respond, also in his sleep, "there are no crackers" (pranikes nyet).

[vettecat.livejournal.com]

You sure it shouldn't be, "Out of words, nurble bloop fnord?" :-)