Bart: He's great at pointing out everyone's foibles.
Larry: Hey, how're ya doing. Ooh! Look at your hair! What happened?
You saw yourself in the mirror?
Bart: He's kiddin', Mom. But seriously, I'd love to have hair like
yours. I just can't get the zoning permits.
Lisa: Hey, that reminds me, Mom; Buckingham Palace called. They want
their hat back.
[Marge growls]
Larry: Hey kids, how about a hand for your Mom? She's all right.
[everyone applauds and cheers for Marge]
Marge: [more shy than annoyed] Oh, yeah, thank you.
-- Open mike night at the Simpsons, "Burns, Baby Burns"
