Yeah, me too - Our Man is ultimately rewarded for his courage, strength, and resourcefulness. I like that message.

Heh, I will now strongly associate Fiddler with this story as well.

You're a prince among men, Franko!

THAT'S THE KIND OF ITEM THAT MAKES YOU WISH YOU SPOKE A LITTLE FRENCH.

I was really hoping for a pair of Dr. Jacoby's crazy 3D-style sunglasses. And some Hawaiian shirts.

Gary, I'm going to let you in on a little secret. Every day, once a day, give yourself a present. Don't plan it, don't wait for it, just let it happen. It could be a new shirt at the men's store, a catnap in your office chair, or two pairs of shitty, overpriced novelty leggings. Like these.

Oh, we're out of coffee! Oh well, I'll just drink this warm cream.

"Diane, I just got a great deal on a new suit at Sears. $49.99, plus tax of course. The Orange Julius I sampled at the mall's food court was something close to divine. Heading to Radio Shack now to pick up some new batteries for the tape recorder, which gets me wondering, both as an agent of the Bureau and as a human…

One of these word balloons suddenly appeared and covered up your comment as I was reading it. It's as if they've developed a malevolent sentience.

Definitely - Milhouse, Nelson, Martin, Marge, Homer, Grampa, even Database ("Look, A clue!") all have memorable moments in this one!

Ha, I just posted this very sentiment. Great minds, AJ.

Thinking about Grampa's angry "SHUT UP!" will never fail to make me laugh.

More and more lately, I've been randomly singing "Wonderful World" like that guy while going about my business.

Faaaair Haaaarvard, we join in thy Jubilee—

As if this episode isn't already filled with enough lemony goodness, it also includes one of my all-time favorite Krabappel lines:

You nailed just why Hurt was so effective as Feynman. Every squint of his eyes and cock of his head managed to convey an effortless sort of authority and intelligence. I haven't seen him shine in a role like that for some time!

Peggy Noonan wrote that speech, and told the story behind it when she was a visiting fellow at my college. She had known "High Flight" from her school days, if I'm not mistaken, and added the lines to Reagan's speech just as a gamble, since she figured he'd probably be unfamiliar with the poem and would remove it from…

Here's a traveling tip, Lieutenant: put a pinch of sage in your boots, and all day long a spicy scent is your reward!

Ahaha, I'd certainly volunteer, but the last time I set up a gimmick account based on a suggestion like this, it was met with resounding indifference! Then again, maybe second time's the charm . . .

Ahh, whenever I see that I've received a response from Josey Wales, I know I'm about to learn something! This is no exception.