(After it's learned in Homer's alternate reality that he and Marge wouldn't have Bart, Lisa, and Maggie.) Marge: Well that's what's missing. Our lives would be horrible without the kids. Homer: Uh, yeah, that must be it. This is the best of all possible worlds. Blah, blah, blah and--I wanna live in the sauce! (He jumps into the sauce pot, the Sauce Chef pulls him out.) Sauce Chef: If you could live in the sauce, don't you think I would live in the sauce?! Stupid!
Homer: Oh, I get it, you're all going to try to convince me that my life is great just like it is, right? Lisa: Are you kidding? We couldn't even convince you that Bruce Wayne is Batman. Homer: Oh, come on, that billionaire playboy. He's too busy socializing at cocktail parties and managing the affairs of the Wayne foundation Marge: (whispering) Don't open this one again. Lisa: Why does he think Alfred is friends with Batman? Marge: Just stop.