Marge: Ooh! A punchbowl like that just screams good taste. Wouldn't it
be perfect for the dinner party.
Homer: Oh, we can't afford that. Who do you think I am, Liz Taylor?
Marge: Well, maybe we could use it once, and then return it.
Homer: Marge, we're not talking about a toothbrush here.
-- How about the one that Flanders threw away? "A
Milhouse Divided"