Homer: All right, knock it off!
Ned: Knock what off, Simpson?
Homer: You've been rubbing my nose in it since I got here!
Your family is better than my family, your beer comes from
<farther> away, than my beer, you and your son like each other,
and your wife's ...
Ned: [gasp!]
Homed: ... is higher than my wife's butt! You make me sick!
Ned: Simpson, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask you to leave. I hope
you understand.
Homer: I wouldn't stay on a bet! [finishes his beer, then leaves]
[returns] One for the road. [takes a club sandwich and leaves]
-- a friendly visit to the Flanders rumpus room,
"Dead Putting Society"
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