Marge: (to waiters) Put down two basket's of bread, but only one plate of butter. That will stimulate conversation. Homer: What if we....? Marge: (growls) There is no we in Wedding! Homer: But there is Marge, the first two letters.
Helen Lovejoy: Oh, Tim, calm down, he's just your old roomate from Texas Christian. Reverend Lovejoy: He's like the Pope of this thing!! It would be like Mary Kay, visiting you, when you sold her cosmetics. That is if you had, stuck with it. Helen Lovejoy: You asked me to quit, because I was making more then you.