Larry: Dad, what's with you tonight? I mean, I'm getting frostbite over
here.
Burns: I'll tell you what's with me! The humiliation of having a
coarse, boorish ignoramus for a son!
Homer: [quietly] Uh, I should go.
[gets up slowly from his chair, about to go]
[returns to the table, pigs up more food for the way home]
-- Keep fighting, I'll keep eating, "Burns, Baby Burns"