Oliver Poe:
[spots the recently divorced Benson's with their respective dates, at his standing room only nightclub, dressed like hippies]
Well, look who just came in... split-city. I think I'll go over and deflate some egos.
Laverne Baker:
Now, Oliver, don't cause any trouble.
Oliver Poe:
[with glee]
Me? Trouble? Preposterous!
Oliver Poe:
[walks over to Benson's table]
Who are you supposed to be, Sabu's mother?
Frank Benson:
Look Flabberino, why don't you leave and make room for like six more tables?
Oliver Poe:
Sold any mud, lately? Well, well, well. One big happy family. I don't get it.
[points to the ex-Mrs. Benson]
Oliver Poe:
You're with him.
[points to Lois' breasts]
Oliver Poe:
And he's with those... I mean, her.
Frank Benson:
Back up Moby Dick, how would you like your flab parted in the front, too.
Oliver Poe:
I'm getting out of here before I punch a senior citizen in the snoot.
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