Homer: What's everyone so worked up about? So there's a comet -- big
deal. It'll burn up in our atmosphere and what's ever left will
be no bigger than a chihuahua's head.
Bart: Wow, Dad, maybe you're right.
Homer: Of course I'm right. If I'm not, may we all be horribly crushed
from above somehow.
OK, if you're that worried about it, let's go down to the bomb
Lisa: We have a bomb shelter?
Homer: Homer Simpson takes care of _his_ family.
[the family goes outside]
Homer: [pounding on a door] Flanders! Open up.
-- Homer, living vicariously through Ned, "Bart's Comet"