Carl: We hardly made a dent in that ten-foot hoagie.
Homer: I'll give it a good home.
[flash to Homer in front of the TV, eating the sandwich.]
Marge: You've been eating that sandwich for over a week. I think the
mayonnaise is starting to turn.
Homer: Two more feet, and I can fit it in the fridge.
[flash to Marge walking up to Homer with a sandwich-looking
thingamabob.]
Marge: Homer, I found this behind the radiator. I really think you
should throw it away.
Homer: Suggestion noted.
[when Marge leaves, Homer chows down]
-- Mmm, botulism, "Selma's Choice"
