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: Bart, you don't drink, you don't smoke, you're mean to horses. What do you like? Bart
: Me! I like me! And I'm takin' good care of me!
: A man who can't hold on to a glass should drink like a baby from a bottle. Open your mouth guitar man, and I'll feed ya.
: Maybe you're right, Bart. This dust and sand is bad for Corey's lungs. How'd you like to come home with me, Corey? Corey
: Where's your home? Dancin' Kid
: New York. Bart
: New York? I been there. Stinks of fish!
] Dancin' Kid
: And where you come from don't stink... much.