Homer: [calling out] Marge, I'm home! Where are you? Are you okay? I
don't smell dinner. [he finds a note and reads it aloud]
"Dear Homer." Aww. "Sorry you didn't want to join me tonight. I
left you hot dogs for dinner. They're thawing in the sink."
[dramatic music plays with close-up on the dogs]
Homer: [screams]
-- The hot dogs never lie, "A Milhouse Divided"