Homer: Marge, could we go in the other room?
I did something last night I'm not proud of, and I don't want
the kids to hear it.
Bart: Busted!
Homer: [in the other room, explaining] I'll work from midnight to
eight, come home, sleep for five minutes, eat breakfast, sleep
six more minutes, shower, then I have ten minutes to bask in
Lisa's love, then I'm off to the power plant, fresh as a daisy.
Bart: [at the breakfast table, hears a thud] Oh my God, she killed
him! [rushes into the living room; Homer has passed out, asleep]
-- Death of a Kwik-E-Mart Salesman, "Lisa's Pony"