Homer: Oh, how am I going to tell Marge we're broke? I need a
miracle...
[sees smoke leaking from under the front door]
[gasps] My house is on fire. Woo hoo! Insurance to the
rescue.
[walks in, sees Patty and Selma smoking]
Patty+Selma: Hello, Homer.
Homer: Marge, we had a deal: your sisters don't come here after
6:00 and I stop eating your lipstick.
[wipes some furtively off his teeth]
Marge: This is a special occasion. Patty and Selma just got
promoted at the DMV!
Selma: Yeah, Homer: let your wife have a glimpse of success for
once.
Homer: All right, that's the last straw: time to take out the
trash! But first, I'm going to have to ask you to leave.
-- Homer's veiled threats, "Homer vs. Patty and Selma"
