You get a promotion?"
"I got a polite, but firm suggestion to be a team player. [...]"
"You got off easy. One of my commanding officers once threw a paperweight at me."
"We're a bit more subtle.

I tried to picture a bunch of guys in blue suits running around a beachside neighborhood, knocking on doors and flashing Fed creds. That should cause a stampede of illegal aliens heading south.

I pay attention... When I'm PAID to pay attention.

(Homer) There is the right way, the wrong way, and the Max Power way! (Bart) Isn't that the wrong way? (Homer) Yes, but faster!

Kevin", his father began, "I've been thinking about it – I guess I was kind of carried away. It's just that I've waited so long for my old school to make it to the Regionals... I suppose I was living it vicariously through you. Keith says you're not going to fail, after all. Is that right?"

"Looks like I'll make it. I know it's hard to believe..."

"Yes, it is. I was hoping you could get a football scholarship, you know. Something to waive the entrance requirements, because I don't know what college would take you-"

"Yeah. Thanks a lot Dad," Kevin said sarcastically. He already knew what his father thought of him and didn't need to be reminded yet again.

"Oh, come on. You know perfectly well that you're too stupid to-"

"That's not what my boyfriend says. Oh, by the way, Dad – I'm a faggot. Did I mention that?"

"... Kevin – get your stuff, and get out."

"Gladly.

Nevermind nomenclatures, boy! What a serendipitous situation this is!