Barney: Today, you're gonna be a man, Bart.
Bart: You guys going to teach me to drive?
Moe: [to Barney] Oh, yeah, let a twinkle-toes drive Betsy. Right.
Homer: [chuckling nervously] No, boy. You can't drive. You're only
ten. You're going hunting.
Moe: You ever been hunting before, there, Barty?
Bart: Nope. Something about a bunch of guys alone together in the
woods... seems kinda gay.
[awkward silence]
Homer: That is a *very* immature attitude, young man.
-- You tell him, Homer, "Homer's Phobia"
