Thank you, Ralph. Very graphic.
“Hurry, Moe, hurry! I’ve only got five minutes until the music store closes.”
“Well, why don’t you go there first?”
“Hey, do I tell you how to do your job?”
“Sorry, Homer.”
“You know, if you tip the glass there won’t be so much foam on top.”
“Sorry, Homer.”
“Some of you may discover a wonderful vocation you’d never even imagined. Others may find out life isn’t fair, in spite of your Masters from Bryn Mawr, you might end up a glorified babysitter to a bunch of dead-eyed fourth graders while your husband runs naked on a beach with your marriage counselor!”









