Now Son, You Don’t Want To Drink

Marge, When I Join An Underground Cult I Expect A Little Support From My Family.

Let Him Submit To Me! Only The God Of Death Is So Relentless, Death Submits To No One—so Mortals Hate Him Most Of All The Gods. Let Him Bow Down To Me! I Am The Greater King, I Am The Elder-born, I Claim—the Greater Man.

Why, You Could Wake Up Dead Tomorrow

I've Always Wondered If There Was A God. And Now I Know There Is -- And It's Me.

Oh, Everything Looks Bad If You Remember It.