Tom Kite: Now, you don't want to overthink.
Homer: Not an issue.
Tom Kite: Keep your head down.
Homer: [raising his head] Huh?
Tom Kite: Pretend there's no one else here.
[Homer scratches his butt with the club and burps]
And just go at your own pace.
[Homer hits the ball very close to the hole]
Wow, very impressive. You're a natural, Mr. Simpson.
Homer: Really?
Tom Kite: Uh huh. All you need is your own set of clubs, and stay
the _hell_ out of my locker!
[grabs the clubs]
[walking off] You can keep the shoes!
-- You're stuck here! (Mood swings!),
"Scenes from the Class Struggle in Springfield"
