Marge: Mmm, I think we need a new hair dryer.
Homer: Marge, you must hate me for not taking Mr. Burns' money.
Marge: I don't hate you, I'm proud of you! You came through for your
daughter when she needed you the most.
Homer: Aw, thanks, Marge. But it'll take a lot more than that to
comfort _this_ tortured soul.
[He reaches for the box and puts it on his head] Hee hee hee,
boxey!
Marge: [indignant] Gimme that!
-- Simple pleasures, "Rosebud"
