Arfolist
Junior Member

Pie 1: Hey Homer, throw me at Mr. Burns.
Pie 2: No, throw me! I'm old and stale. I might just kill him! (laughs)
Cake: Don't do it Homer. You made a promise to Lisa.
Homer: Since when do I listen to cakes!
Pie 3: (smoking a cigar) Tell ya what Homer. Ya make one last hit, den yer out of the business forever. Lisa'll understand.
Homer: Oh, you're all so wise. I wish I could eat each and every one of you!