Marge: Homer [knocks again] Homer, why aren't you at work?
Homer: The car won't start. I don't feel very good today. I am at
work.
Marge: You're afraid to go to work because Frank Grimes will be
there, aren't you?
Homer: That's crazy talk. You're crazy, Marge. Get off the road!
[honks horn]
Marge: [gets in the car] You have to face him sometime, and when you
do I'm sure he'll be just as anxious to make up as you are.
Homer: No he won't, he hates me.
Marge: He doesn't hate you. He just feels insecure because you're
getting through life so easily, and it's been so difficult
for him.
Homer: Yeah, yeah, that's his problem, he's a nut! It's not about
me being lazy, it's about him being a crazy nut.
Marge: Well ... maybe. But I bet he would be less crazy if you were
just a little more, mmm, professional in your work.
Homer: [gasps]
Marge: Just a little more. Then he won't have any reason to resent
you.
Homer: I'll do it! [produces a bottle of that wonderful Duff] To
professionalism! [drinks up]
-- "Homer's Enemy"
