Homer: [bumps into Ned. Their respective armfuls of gifts fall into the
snow]
Ned: Oh ho ho, Simpson, it's you.
Homer: Hello, Flanders.
Ned: Oh my, what a little mess we've got here. Well, which ones are
yours and which ones are mine?
Homer: Well, let's see.
Ned: [picking up gifts] Well, this one's mine, and this one's mine,
heh heh, this one's mine, and...
Homer: They're <all> yours!
-- "Simpsons Roasting on an Open Fire"