Inbred Hick 1: Well look as mister city slicker pulling up in his fancy German car.

Homer: This car was made in Gutamala.

Inbred Hick 2: Well pardon us mister Gucci loafers.

Homer: I bought these shoes from a hobo.

Inbred Hick 1: Well excuse us mister Park Avenue manicure.

Homer: *Looks at fingers* I believe in good grooming.

My Uncles funeral was yesterday another relative lost to cancer. That is all