<i>(Yelling)</i> Marge, where's the Duff? Oh, uh, we're all ou...
Homer: (Yelling) Marge, where's the Duff?
Marge: Oh, uh, we're all out, Homer.
Marge: Would you like some fruit juice?
Homer: (Makes fist) Don't toy with me, woman.
If one were to look up "courage" in the Oxford English Dictionary, one might very well come upon the photo of these two gladiators. They approach the final hole in the shadow of the great emancipator, deadlocked at eight strokes on the happy side of par. Soon, one man will emerge triumphant. He will drink naught but champagne, while his opponent tastes bitter defeat in this oft cruel game.Announcer
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Dear Neighbor, you are my brother. I love you, and yet I feel a great sadness in my bosom.</i> Ned
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