[phone rings]
Kent: Well it looks like we have our first caller...and I mean ever,
because this is not a call-in show. Hello, you're on the air.
Man: Hello, Kent. Hello, Homer -- my arch-nemesis.
Homer: Y'ello.
Man: You _do_ realize who this is?
Homer: Uh...Marge?
Man: No, Homer, I'm not your wife. Although, I do enjoy her pearls.
As a matter of fact, I'm holding them right now: listen. [plays
with them]
Homer: Why you monster. And you have my daughter's saxophone too!
[He strangles someone off camera]
Kent: Homer! That's our stage manager.
Homer: Oh...heh, sorry. I'm a little nervous.
-- No great loss, "Homer the Vigilante"
