Ralph: Wait, mister, you're drinking a candle. You don't want to get
wax in your mouth, do you?
Homer: [slyly] Maybe I do, son. Maybe I do.
[Homer chugs the candle, and spits out a stream of wax, which
solidifies on the spot]
Outstanding!
-- A man, a plan, a candle,
"El Viaje Misterioso de Nuestro Homer"