Marge: Okay, we'll go to the chili cook-off, but I want you to promise
that you won't have any beer.
Homer: [trying to pull his boots on] Okay, quit nagging me, I won't
have any beer. Sheesh, why don't you have a cigarette or
something?
Marge: Mm, I suppose I could.
-- You've come a long way, baby,
"El Viaje Misterioso de Nuestro Homer"