Find Your Soul Mate, Homer.

Maybe, single people eat crackers - we don't know. Frankly, we don't want to know.

"I'm looking for something in an after-dinner burrito."

"You'll have to speak up, i'm wearing a towel."

Baboons to the left of me. Baboons to the right.

Baboons to the left of me. Baboons to the right. The speeding locomotive tore through a sea of inhuman fangs. A pair of the great apes rose up at me but -- bam, bam! -- I sent them flying like two hairy footballs. A third came screaming at me --HCCAAH, HCCAAH!! ...And that's when I got mad.

Okay, everybody tuck your pants into your socks.