You don’t understand, Marge. The lottery is the one ray of hope in my otherwise unbearable life! ...Uh, the lottery and you.— Homer
Radio: We're going back to a time when all ice cream costed a nickel. The year is 1939.
Homer: (waking up) Oh my God, I've gone back in time! I've got to warn everyone about Hitler, and go to the ice cream store.
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