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• Homer: Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod! Oh my god! I danced with a gay!
  Marge, Lisa, promise me you won't tell anyone....
• Homer: You know, Marge, for the first time in our marriage I can finally look down my nose at you.
  _You_ have a gambling problem! Marge: That's true....
• Jacques: First, you must get to know your lane. Feel the slickness, feel the slippery finish.
  Caresses it, experience it. Quite smooth, isn't it?...
• Lisa: Okay, but you gotta promise you won't get mad or tell anyone, especially Bart.
  Homer: I promise. Lisa: [Jenna von Oy-esque] Bart rented a car with a phony driver's license and drove Milhouse, Martin, and Nelson to a week out in Knoxville and their car got crushed and they're out of money and they can't get home and Bart's working as a courier and just came back from Hong Kong!...
• Marge: [in bed, reading the shopping list] I get the feeling there's something you haven't told me Homer.
  Homer: Huh? Oh, I love you Marge. Marge: Mm, Homer, you tell me that all the time....
• Marge: Homer, we're on a tight budget, here. Promise me you won't get carried away.
  Homer: Yes, money. ... I mean, honey. -- Homer catches lottery fever, "Dog of Death...
• Lisa: Dad? Homer: Yes, honey? Lisa: Um...Mom just baked a cake.
  Homer: Ooh! [walks into kitchen] Huh? Marge: Homer, we need to have a serious talk....
• Marge: Mmm, I hope you kept the Homey-fires burning.
  [Homer snores] Homer... Homer: Huh?...
• Homer: Marge, I want you to admit you have a gambling problem.
  Marge: You know, you're right, Homer. Maybe I should get some professional help....