Words, words, words! (Oh, a My Fair Lady reference!)
Words, words, words. (Oh, a Hamlet reference!)
My Joe has some problems with pronunciations, which drives me absolutely buggy. Pacifically, I get almost afffixiated.
But still, he knows nuclear from "nucular", something George W. Butch hasn't yet mastered.
And of course, ever since newscasters got redfaced at their inability to distinguish U-ranus from Ur-anus, everyone has decided that Urine-us is more acceptable.