Marge: I got tickets to the opera tonight. Hurry up, get dressed,
it starts at eight.
Bart: [whining] Oh, Mom, not tonight...
Homer: Come on, Bart. Your mother's only trying to help, so go ahead
and enjoy the show.
Marge: Homer, you're going, too.
Homer: But I'm not a genius! Why should <I> suffer!?
-- "Bart the Genius"