Homer: Sir! Uh, hello sir! Yes, you look like a man who needs help
satisfying his wife. So --
[man slugs him in the face]
Ow! Oh...I guess people have some sort of _moral_ objection to
our sex drug.
Abe: [grabbing bottle] Lemme sell it, you idjit.
[takes deep breath] Step right up, folks, and witness the
magnificent medicinal miracle of Simpson & Son's patented
[takes deep breath] Put some ardor in your larder with our
energizing, moisturizing, tantalizing, romanticizing, surprising,
her-prizing, revitalizing tonic.
[a large crowd has gathered; they clap and cheer]
-- Abe, closet huckster, "Grampa vs. Sexual Inadequacy"