Marge, just about everything’s a sin. Y’ever sat down and read this thing? Technically we’re not supposed to go to the bathroom. Marge, you being a cop makes you the man! Which makes me the woman — and I have no interest in that, besides occasionally wearing the underwear, which as we discussed, is strictly a comfort thing.

I found what I need. And it’s not friends, it’s things. Well I’da done better, but it’s plum hard pleading a case while awaiting trial for that there incompetence. With gusto. Say it in Russian! Kids have names? No, just a regular mistake. Ugh, it’s filthy! Why not create a National Endowment for Strip Clubs while we’re at it? Yeah, I do that with my stupidness. No! I want to live! There are still too many things I don’t own!