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• 11:40 ~ 12:44
  
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    • Homer : 김���경
      
    • Moe, Barney : 권������
      
    • Police Officer 1, 2 : ���������
      
      

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.