Marge: I found a way to stretch the food budget.
Fried chicken night will now be organ meat night.
Ham night will be Spam night.
And pork chop night...
Homer: [whining, fearing the worst] Oh...
Marge: ... will now be chub night.
Homer: Chub!? I don't even know what that is!
-- Neither do I, "Dog of Death"