Homer: Oh, I need money.
Apu: Well, if you need money, you should have at least jammed a gun in
my ribs, or better yet, you could inquire about my help-wanted
Homer: You're looking for help?
Apu: Yes, we need someone for the demanding yet high-profile midnight
to 8am shift.
Homer: I'm your man!
Apu: You're hired. Oh, how I dreamed the day would come when one of
<you> would be working for <me>.
-- Must've been the jam, "Lisa's Pony"