Brace yourselves, gentlemen. According to the gas chromatograph, the secret ingredient is... love?! Who’s been screwing with this thing?!— Frink
Brockman: ...which, if true, means death for us all.
Frank Grimes: From now on, we're enemies.
Homer: Oh, ok. (pause) Do I have to do anything?
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