Bart: After breakfast, me and Milhouse are going down to the ravine.
We got a tip from a six-year-old that there's a dead Martian down
there.
Lisa: And I'm going to the park to jam with "The Little White Girls
Blues Quartet." Wanna come with me, Daddy-O?
Homer: I'd love to, honey, but Daddy has to go to a beer-drinking
contest today.
Bart: Think you'll win?
Homer: Son, when you participate in sporting events, it's not whether
you win or lose: it's how drunk you get.
Bart: Gotcha.
-- The wisdom of age, "Bart Gets an Elephant"
