Homer: Thank you.
Tenille: Tell me, young man, what do you want out of life?
Homer: I want peas!
Tenille: We all want peace! But it's always just out of reach.
Homer: *moans* Uh huh?
Tenille: So, what's the best way to get peace?
Homer: With the knife!
Tenille: Exactly! Not with the olive branch, but the bayonet! Ha, ha, Simpson, you're like the son I never had.
Homer: And you're like the father I never visit.