Lisa: Mom, you've been cooking all night?
Marge: [happy] Judge, jury, and executioner, all rolled into one, you
Lisa: See, Dad, I told you Mom would have problems.
Marge: No, no, honey, it's all right. Really, I'm fine, I'm all right.
Mother always said, "Don't complain. Be good. Behave. Behave.
Be nice. Smile. Be polite. Don't wink..." [walks out]
Homer: You heard your mother's ramblings. She's fine, so behave.
-- Homer, attuned to Marge's needs, "Fear of Flying"