Marge: And then I saw my boy in a burlap sack, and they told me he had lice.

Marge: And then I saw my boy in a burlap sack, and they told me he had
lice. [sniffs]
Flub: [in a burlap sack with lice] Is this story going somewhere?
Goodman: All right, Flub, we're all going to get a chance. Mrs.
Skinner, why are you here?
Mrs. S: The county is threatening to take my Seymour away, d'oh. We
had another fight over the inflatable bath pillow. I keep
screeching and screeching at him but --
Goodman: All right, very good.
-- The end of their antiquing dates,
"Home Sweet Home-Diddily-Dum- Doodily"