Lurleen: Homer, I want you to be my manager.
Homer: Really?! Well, I should warn you, I'm not great with figures.
Lurleen: That's okay.
Homer: I make a lot of stupid decisions.
Lurleen: Nobody's perfect.
Homer: I did bad in school.
Lurleen: I didn't even go.
Homer: My personal hygeine has been described as...
-- Is that a fair recital of my deficiencies? "(Lurleen
on Me)"
