Marge: I can't believe I put my own pleasure ahead of my home and
family. That is so like me.
Homer: Oh, Marge, don't blame yourself. _I'm_ the terrible parent. The
boy bugs the hell out of me, I can't help Lisa with her
homework...the only thing I'm fit to take care of is a
[the plant is dead]
Lousy houseplant! [shakes it] You son of a -- I'll teach you to
-- [tires] [sighs] Oh.
-- The adults bemoan their fate,
"Home Sweet Home-Diddily-Dum-Doodily"