Marge: [getting thrown on top of Homer] Whoa! Homer:

Marge: [getting thrown on top of Homer] Whoa!
Homer: Oh! Hello, honey.
Marge: Hi. Erm, there's something I've been meaning to ask you. Did
you put on a little weight this week?
Homer: I was going to surprise you, but what the heck: honey, I'm
purposely gaining 61 pounds to get on disability!
Marge: [gasps] Have you lost your mind? Have you thought about your
health...or your appearance?
Homer: Oh. So that's it, isn't it, Marge? Looks. I didn't know you
were so shallow.
Marge: Oh, please. I would love you if you weighed 1000 pounds, but --
Homer: Beautiful. Good night.
[Quickly turns off light.]
-- Better not hear the end of that sentence,
"King-Size Homer"