It’s okay, I’m pretty sure I can struggle my way out. First, I’ll reach in and pull my legs out. Now I’ll pull my arms out with my face.— 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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