Mulder: All right, Homer. We want you to re-create your every move the
night you saw this alien.
Homer: Well, the evening began at the gentleman's club, where we were
discussing Wittgenstein over a game of backgammon.
Scully: Mr. Simpson, it's a felony to lie to the F.B.I.
Homer: We were sitting in Barney's car eating packets of mustard. You
-- "The Springfield Files"