Only an hour had passed since Lenny and Carl left, and Homer had already consumed a lot of Duff within that time. By then he was ready to go home for dinner. Moe had noticed Homer was starting to get woozy
"Homer, you know you can call your wife and have her pick you up if you can't drive. I'll make sure nobody takes your car by the time you get here tomorrow," Moe suggested.
"No way, Moe. I'm not like Barney. I was always a better driver than him," Homer responded.
"I don't know about that. You had more speeding tickets and DUIs than Barney ever did, and that says a lot about someone who could outdrink you."
"Shut up, Moe! Alcohol isn't going to kill me! I'll be here tomorrow and every day after that, just like I always am!"
"Even the days I'm not open?" Moe asked.
"It's worth a shot," Homer answered as he took an actual shot of booze.
After his last sip, Homer got off his stool and headed to his car.
As he drove through the night, he drove through a stop sign, nearly causing a couple of cars to collide in the intersection.
"Bastards! One of them must be drunk," Homer muttered.
Homer was on the verge of passing out. The amount of booze he had at Moe's was clearly affecting his driving. Homer accidentally closed his eyes. Homer quickly opened them when he heard a horn beep and saw a street light right in front of him. Homer quickly hit the brakes, but it was too late. The last thing he heard was the sound of shattered metal before he was knocked out cold.
"Oh, why can't I have a night of drinking that doesn't go up in flames," he muttered just before he blacked out, not knowing that his car had caught on fire.