You don’t understand, Marge. The lottery is the one ray of hope in my otherwise unbearable life! ...Uh, the lottery and you.— Homer
Jay Sherman: (to Rainier Wolfcastle) Hey nudnick, your shoe's untied.
Ranier Wolfcastle: From here, they appear to be tied, but I will go in for a closer look. (Sherman calls for a taxi and leaves) (hours later) On closer inspection, these are loafers.