Homer: So I went and got myself a bag of chips. Potato chips.
Richard: I feel like I'm at a story slam right now.
Homer: They were so delicious and salty and chompy, and before long, they were all gone.
Richard: No.
Homer: Almost!
Richard: Oh! There's a twist?
Homer: But then I pulled out this. A chip that looks exactly like John Travolta. And that's why I need a safe-deposit box to protect this treasure forever.
Richard: (sighs) "Don't study opera staging in Vienna," they said. "Work in a bank," they said.