Homer: I'll make a fortune for one night's work! We can have all the
things we always dreamed of: a snooty butler, carpeted carports,
those blue cupcakes they sell sometimes...
Marge: But you'll get killed!
Homer: Marge! Will you let me finish? Plug-In room deodorizers, front
_and_ rear spoilers for the car.
-- And just enough for the coffin, "The Homer They Fall"