All right, Homer. We want you to recreate
your every move the night you saw this alien.

Well, the evening began at the gentleman's club where we
were discussing Wittgenstein over a game of backgammon...

Mr. Simpson, it's a felony to lie to the FBI.

We were sitting in Barney's car eating packets of mustard, you happy?

Back to Homer's Landing - WhooHoo!!