Burns: What's that you say? You can live without television so long as
you have _beer_?
Homer: [defiantly] That's right.
Burns: [ominously] Wrong. All beer trucks heading towards Springfield
have been diverted...this town will be as dry as a bone. And if
the rest of you beer-swilling tube-jockeys out there have a
problem with this, talk to Homer Simpson.
[The doorbell rings, and Homer answers it]
Barney: [brandishing a gun] Homer, give him what he wants!
-- You don't know how far he'll go, "Rosebud"