Marge: [sits upright, holding the covers to her neck]
Oh, my goodness! Kids! Homer! We're late for church.
[drops covers, revealing her church clothes]
I'm glad I dressed last night.
Homer: Oh, I'd love to go with you honey, but I got a lot of work to
do around the bed.
Marge: Homer, the Lord only asks for an hour a week.
Homer: Well in that case he should've made the week an hour longer.
[mumbles] Lousy God.
Marge: Mmmm.
-- "In Marge We Trust"
