Herbert: While you're here, I want you to make yourselves right at
home. Any time you're hungry, any time day or night, Cook will
make you anything you want.
Homer: Even pork chops?
Herbert: Absolutely. We have a tennis court, a swimming pool,
a screening room...
Homer: If I want pork chops any time in the middle of the night,
your guy will fry them up?
Herbert: Sure, that's what he's paid for.
Now, if you need towels, laundry, maids...
Homer: Wait, wait, wait. Lemme see if I got this straight.
It's Christmas Day, 4am, there's a rumble in my stomach...
Marge: Homer, please.
-- touring the estate, "Oh Brother, Where Art Thou?"
