Homer: What are you doing! That putter is to you what a baseball bat is
to a baseball player! What a violin is... to the... the guy
that... the violin guy! Now c'mon! Give your putter a name.
Bart: What?
Homer: C'mon, give it a name.
Bart: Mister Putter.
Homer: D'oh.. You wanna try a little harder son? C'mon give it a
girl's name.
Bart: Mom.
Homer: Your putter's name is Charlene!
Bart: Why?
Homer: It just is, that's why! Now this, is a picture of your enemy,
Todd Flanders. Every day, I want you to spend fifteen minutes
staring at it. And concentrating on how much you hate him, and
how glorious it will be when you and Charlene annihilate him!
Bart: Who's Charlene?
Homer: [raises the putter, about to wallop Bart with it]
I'll show you who Charlene is! Now start hating!
Bart: Grrrrrrrr... rrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!! [loses enthusiasm]
-- a pep talk, "Dead Putting Society"
