Homer: [thinks to himself] She's been your wife for ten years, you've
had three children together, it's time to be honest with her.
[out loud] I'm not sure I love you any more.
Marge: Gasp!
Homer: But, don't worry. Uh, I'll never let on. I'll still do all the
bed stuff. Maybe it won't be so bad.
-- "Bart Gets Hit by a Car"