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Homer : Another beer, Moe.
Moe : What's-a matter, Homer? Bloodiest fight of the year.
You're sitting there like a thirsty bump on a log.
Eddie.
Police 1 : Evening, Moe.
Moe : Want some pretzels?
Police 1 : No, thanks. We're on duty. A couple beers would be nice, though.
Moe : Two bucks, boys. Just kidding.
Police 2 : Good one, Moe. We're looking for a family of Peeping Toms...
who's been terrorizing the neighborhood.
Quiet, boy.
Let the nice people enjoy their beers.
Ah, don't worry. This dog has the scent.
Police 1 : What's gotten into Bobo?
Homer : I got some wieners in my pocket.
Police 1 : That figures. Come on, you stupid dog.
Homer : You know, Moe, my mom once said something that really stuck with me.
She said, " Homer, you're a big disappointment."
And God bless her soul, she was really on to something.
Barney : Don't blame yourself, Homer. You got dealt a bad hand.
You got crummy little kids that nobody can control.
Homer : You can't talk that way about my kids! Or at least two of them.
Barney : Why, you got two I haven't met?
Homer : Why, you-- Here's five you haven't met.
