Kearney: I'm here about the nanny job. I'll keep a watchful eye on your
kids and if they get out of line [smacks fist in palm] -- Pow!
Homer: I like him.
Kearney: Thanks. Hey, where do you keep the liquor?
Homer: I hide a bottle of schnapps in the baby's crib.
Marge: I'm sorry, young man. You're not what we're looking for.
Kearney: [sotto voce] You're tellin' me, you blue-haired witch.
Marge: I heard that!
-- "Simpsoncalifragilisticexpiala-D'oh-cious"