Marge: 90% of the time, if the gas isn't pumping, this is your
problem.
[turns a switch at back which resets the pump]
Evelyn: Automotive skills and fashion sense. Why, you've come a long
way from the girl I knew nothing about in high school.
Marge: We ran with our different crowds. You had your debutante balls
and... skinny-dipping, and I had my... home shoe repair course.
Evelyn: Oh Marge, you haven't changed a bit as far as I know. Say, why
don't you drop by the country club tomorrow?
[drives off]
Oh, and bring the family.
[Marge watches her pull off and smiles]
[Burns pulls up in a quadricycle]
Burns: [honks horn (awooooga)] You there, fill it up with petroleum
distillate, and re-vulcanize my tires, post-haste.
-- Love in the Time of Leaded Gasoline and Tiller
Steering,
"Scenes from the Class Struggle in Springfield"
