Marge: Here he is: Rex Harrison and Paul Anka rolled into one. Ooh,
hmm. That tonic really works -- you and Grampa should bottle it
and go into business together.
Homer: You want me to spend _more_ time with Dad? What about my New
Year's resolution?
Marge: You can make a lot of money...
Homer: Yeah! Where are my pants?
Marge: You threw them out the window in a fit of passion. You said you
were never going to need them again.
{[outside, said pants are stuck in the Flanders' tree]}
Maude: {Oh, hurry Neddy. They're awful!}
Ned: {[trying to dislodge them] You just be ready with that garbage
bag!}
-- Pants of pollution, "Grampa vs. Sexual Inadequacy"
