Homer: Hey, who cut something out of my paper?
[Homer stares suspiciously through the newspaper hole at his
wife and children]
Lisa: Not me.
Bart: Not me. I'm more of a mail-tamperer.
Marge: Don't look at me. Just because I'm holding a pair of scissors.
[Homer frowns]
Scissors which I need to, uh, to... gussy up these curtains.
[she half-heartedly trims the curtains, grinning sheepishly at
her husband.]
-- "El Viaje Misterioso de Nuestro Homer"