Beekeeper 1: Well, very clever, Simpson, luring our bees to your sugar
pile and selling them back to us at an inflated price.
Homer: Bees are on the what now?
Beekeeper 2: Simpson, you diabolical...we're willing to pay you $2000
for the swarm. [starts counting money]
Homer: Deal!
[thunder crashes, rain starts]
Beekeeper 1: Oh, wait a minute. The bees are leaving.
Homer: No! My sugar is melting. Melting! Oh, what a world.
[thief spits out his tea]
Homer: [weeps] My sugar's gone...
Marge: [walk out with umbrella] I'm sorry, Homey.
Homer: It's OK, Marge. I've learned my lesson. A mountain of
sugar is too much for one man. It's clear now why God
portions it out in those tiny packets, and why he lives on
a plantation in Hawaii.
-- And Homer should know, too, "Lisa's Rival"
