Lenny: See, all along I've been telling Carl I'm married to a beauty
queen. Now, he's coming over for dinner.
Marge: Oh, Lenny, I'm sure he'll like your wife no matter what she
looks like.
Lenny: No, no, no, no, no, it's worse than that. I don't even have
a wife. I just said I did to, you know, be a big shot.
Marge: Oh. Well, it's time to start telling the truth. Now, when I
have to tell my husband the truth, I cook him a big,
delicious dinner. By the time he's done eating, he's too
full and tired to care what I have to say.
Lenny: Wow, that's great! When Carl comes over, I'll stuff him
'till he don't know what's what.
[Lenny leaves the office. The camera tracks him to the hall,
where we see that quite a line of advice-seekers has formed]
Agnes: Seymour, I'm getting tired. Tell them we're going next.
Skinner: Well, I'm not principal of the line, mother.
Agnes: [accusingly] And you never will be.
-- Marge has her work cut out for her,
"In Marge We Trust"
