Okay Marge, its your child against my child. The winner will be showered with praise. The loser will be taunted and booed until my throat is sore.— Homer
Okay Marge, its your child against my child. The winner will be showered with praise. The loser will be taunted and booed until my throat is sore.— Homer
Jay Sherman: (to Rainier Wolfcastle) Hey nudnick, your shoe's untied.
Ranier Wolfcastle: From here, they appear to be tied, but I will go in for a closer look. (Sherman calls for a taxi and leaves) (hours later) On closer inspection, these are loafers.
