Alright Denver, justify my love. At the end of 13 seconds of play, it’s New England 7, Denver nothing. D’oh. Ohhh… look at them… Dad, how much money did you bet? Hey, I didn’t bet any of our money, I just borrowed some from him. Moe’s Tavern, home of the stinkiest rag in America. Hey Moe. Oh Homer, listen, I need 50 grand, don’t ask me why. No, no, I need 50 grand. I asked you first. Another of Springfield’s beloved citizens was murdered today. Filthy old bartender Moe Szyslak has watered down his last high ball. He’s dead now, hahahaha. Ah! Sorry we’re late, could we have the money now? [Cough] Gotta hide! Ow! It’s not my fault the Raiders lost. And last words Simpson? Please don’t kill me. 6 queens, read em’ and weep. Not so fast, 7 queens. Freeze goombas! Don’t worry, if even half of your husband is out here, officer Scraps will find him. Ah, don’t get excited, it’s just a skull shaped rock and a bunch of white sticks. Now witness X will you please tell the court what you saw. Well I was hiding in the kitchen… I kill you! Ay carumba!