Horst:
[the new German owners of the power plant have not yet decided whether to keep Homer on]
You've been safety inspector for two years now. What initiatives have you spearheaded in that time?
Homer:
Uh... all of them.
Horst:
[Horst and Hans glance at one another]
I... see. Then you must have some good ideas for the future as well?
Homer:
I sure do!
Hans:
[after Homer fails to elaborate]
Such as?
Homer:
Well, er... well, I wish the candy machine wasn't so picky about taking beat-up dollar bills.
[Hans and Horst exchange another look, this time Homer picks up on it and begins to squirm under their glare]
Homer:
Because... a lot of workers really like candy.
Horst:
We understand Homer. After all, we are from the land of chocolate.
Homer:
Mmmmm... the land of chocolate.
[Homer starts daydreaming about living in a world of chocolate until Hans' voice jolts him out of it]
Hans:
Mr Simpson? Mr Simpson?
Homer:
Oh, I'm sorry. We were talking about chocolate.
Horst:
[irritably]
That was ten minutes ago.
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