One trick is to tell them stories that don’t go anywhere.

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One trick is to tell them stories that don’t go anywhere, like the time I caught the ferry over to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for my shoe, so I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel. And in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on ’em. “Give me five bees for a quarter,” you’d say. Now, where were we? Oh yeah! The important thing was that I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. They didn’t have white onions because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones.

Oh my God! He is coming on to me.

Oh my God! He is coming on to me.

Mr. Burns: We don’t have to be adversaries, Homer. We both want a fair union contract.

Homer’s Brain: Why is Mr. Burns being so nice to me?

Mr. Burns: And if you scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours.

Homer’s Brain: Wait a minute. Is he coming on to me?

Mr. Burns: I mean, if I should slip something into your pocket, what’s the harm?

Homer’s Brain: Oh my God! He is coming on to me.

Mr. Burns: After all, negotiations make strange bedfellows. [chuckles, winks, clicks tongue]

Homer’s Brain: Ahh!