Homer: 'Flanders! My socks feel dirty. Give me some water to wash them.'
Flanders: 'Again? Homer, we have to ration the water carefully. It's our only hope!'
Homer: 'Oh, pardon me, Mr "Let's ration everything", but what do you think we're floating on? Don't you know the poem? 'Water, water, everywhere, so let's all have a drink...'
