You don’t understand, Marge. The lottery is the one ray of hope in my otherwise unbearable life! ...Uh, the lottery and you.— Homer
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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