Director: Hmm. According to our records, a Mr. and Mrs. Powell adopted your brother and named him Herbert. Homer: Herbert! Herbert Powell! Great, where can I find him? Director: I'm sorry... I'm not allowed to release that information. Homer: Oh, please, please! This is my life we're talking about here! Please! Director: Well, I-- I do sympathize with your situation, Mr. Simpson. After all your brother could be anywhere. Even Detroit. Homer: I know he could be anywhere, that's why I want you to narrow it down for me! Please! Director: You know, Mr. Simpson, if you ask me, the city of brotherly love is not Philadelphia. It is... Detroit. Homer: Well, if you ask me, changing the subject makes you the most worthless, heartless excuse for a human being I ever-- Director: Read between the lines, you fool! Homer: Oh! Oh, I get it! Okay. Here's twenty bucks. Now will you tell me where my brother lives? Director: Mr. Simpson, I don't want your-- Homer: Just take it and tell me! Director: Detroit. He lives in Detroit.
