Homer: Hurry, Moe, hurry, I've only got five minutes 'til the music
Moe: Well, why don't you go there first?
Homer: Hey! Do I tell you how to do <your> job?
Moe: Sorry, Homer. [draws a mug of beer]
Homer: You know, if you tip the glass, there won't be so much foam on
Moe: Sorry, Homer.
-- "Lisa's Pony"