Marge: Homey, this is so sweet, but I can't possibly go now. The sink
is full of dirty dishes, the trash needs to be taken out, the
living room is a mess --
Homer: Oh, we'll clean up this afternoon.
Marge: What about Maggie?
Homer: I got my dad to look after her.
Abe: [suddenly] Behind you!
Marge: [jumps] Yee! Don't _do_ that!
Abe: [sputters] Don't do _that_!
Homer: Come on, honey: you work yourself _stupid_ for this family. If
anyone deserves to be wrapped up in seaweed and buried in mud,
it's you.
Marge: Hmm. Uh, all right, but I'm taking something to iron with me in
the car -- [gets yanked away]
-- Faithful to the last,
"Home Sweet Home-Diddily-Dum-Doodily"
