% Homer
tries for the second last resort of the scoundrel: prayer.
Homer:
God, if you really are God, you'll get me tickets to that game.
[doorbell rings]
Ned: Heidely-ho, neighbor. Wanna go to the game with me? I got two
tick --
Homer:
[slams the door] Why do you mock me, O Lord?
Marge:
Homer, that's not God. That's just a
waffle that Bart tossed up
there.
[Marge scrapes it off into Homer's
hands]
Homer:
I know I shouldn't eat thee, but -- [bites] Mmm, sacrilicious.