Marge: Homer, what happened to you?
Homer: Marge, I figured out what I can give you that no one else can: a
bouquet of po -- [sees Moe's bouquet] oh, I give up. I don't
deserve to live with you.
[walks off; coffee table catches on his pants, preventing him
from leaving]
Oh, my tattered rags are caught on your coffee table.
Marge: Oh, here, let me help you.
[unhooks it; she and Homer look at each others]
Homer: Wait a minute...wait, that's it! I know now what I can offer you
that no one else can: complete and utter dependence!
Marge: Homer, that's not a good thing.
Homer: Are you kidding? It's a wondrous, marvelous thing! Marge, I
need you more than anyone else on this entire planet could
possibly ever need you! I need you to take care of me, to put up
with me, and most of all I need you to love me, 'cause I love
you.
Marge: But how do I know I can trust you?
Homer: Marge, look at me: we've been separated for a day, and I'm as
dirty as a Frenchman. In another few hours I'll be dead! I
can't afford to lose your trust again.
-- A compelling argument,
"Secrets of a Successful Marriage"
