Marge: Grampa, I found your cigar box dug up in the back yard but the
gun wasn't there. Have you seen it?
Abe: You accuse me of everything around here?
"Who put slippers in the dishwasher?"
"Who threw a cane at the TV?"
{"Who fell into the china hutch?"}
Marge: I was just asking if you'd seen it. There's no need to be a
prickly pear. {[walks out]}
Abe: {[pulls gun from shirt] Oh, you're the bee's knees, baby. I
missed you bad.}
Marge: {Are you talking to me, Grampa?}
Abe: {Um...yes?}
Marge: {Ew...}
-- Old people's yucky affection,
"Who Shot Mr. Burns? Part Two"
Monty: [dropping a ring into a champagne glass] Now my dear, if you
look in your champagne, I think you'll find a little surprise --
[Jackie drinks it, swallows the ring, and chokes a little]
Heh, uh, not to worry, I believe there's another one around here
somewhere -- [reaches into boiling fondue, burns himself]
[kneeling] My darling, since my kneecaps are filling with fluid
as we speak....
