Homer: [voice-over] The next few weeks at my dream job were like a
wonderful waking coma.
[Homer turns the balls so all finger holes point the same way]
[everyone walking by says, "Hi Homer!" cheerfully]
Homer: [spraying shoes then sniffing them] Mmm, bowling fresh.
[putting urinal cakes in the urinals] Mmm, urinal fresh.
[Homer shines a ball in the "Shine-O Ball-O; glances around
furtively, then shines his head in it]
Al: [reflected in Homer's head] Homer, did you polish your head in
the Shine-O Ball-O?
Homer: Mmm...no.
Al: OK, then. [checks his hair, then walks off]
-- I guess Homer's got an oily T-zone,
"And Maggie Makes Three"
