Wiggum: Afternoon, Homer. Care for some chili? I've added an extra
ingredient just for you. [dramatic] The merciless peppers of
Quetzlzacatenango! [exhibits a glowing pepper]
[crowd gasps]
Grown deep in the jungle primeval by the inmates of a Guatemalan
insane asylum. [drops the pepper back in the pot]
[crowds observes in silence]
Homer: Uh, Wiggy? My chili's getting cold.
-- A fistful of chilis,
"El Viaje Misterioso de Nuestro Homer"