Homer: [narrating] I was too tense to enjoy the game. Every ounce of
concentration I possessed was focused on the task at hand.
Vendor: Red hots! Getcher red hots here!
Homer: Ooh, red hots!
-- "Dancin' Homer"
Related:
Ned: Homer? I'm as permissive as the next parent, I mea just
yesterday I let Todd buy some red-hots with a cartoon devil on
the box, but you can't possibly think it's appropriate for your
ten-year-old son to work in a burlesque house!...