Homer: Where the hell are my keys? Who stole my keys? Come on, I'm
late for work! [lift Maggie and looks underneath]
Marge: Oh Homer, you'd lose your head if it weren't securely fastened to
your neck.
Bart: Did you check the den?
Homer: The den! Great idea! [heads into the den. Bart follows]
[Homer pulls the couch apart]
Bart: Warm.
No, cold.
Colder.
Ice cold.
Homer: You know where my keys are?
Bart: No, I'm talking about your breakfast. [laughs]
Homer: Grrrrrrrrrr!
-- "Moaning Lisa"
