I was waiting for that to happen...

If anyone needs me, I'll be in the bathroom. Moira, any chance someone can come by with that anti-nausea jab? I think I'm throwing up meals I haven't even eaten yet.

Like diced carrot. I've never eaten fucking diced carrot in my life.

I'd apologise for the TMI, but right now I've got a date with Bart.

Edit: and can the bastard playing the God-awful country music at top volume turn it bloody well down before I do something drastic. The yodelling is cutting through my head like a power drill.