Homer: I want you to stick this crayon
into my brain.
Moe: No problem -- the ol' Crayola oblongata.
Moe: All right, tell me when I hit the sweet spot.
Homer: Deeper, you pusillanimous pilsner pusher!
Moe: All right, all right.
Homer: De-fense! De-fense!
Moe: Eh, that's pretty dumb. But, uh ... [pushes crayon in further]
Homer:
Extended warranty? How can I lose?
Moe: Perfect.
