Lisa: Ew! Mom, this whole thing is really creepy. Are you sure you
won't talk to Dad?
Marge: Mmm, I'd like to, honey, but I'm not sure how. Your father can
be surprisingly sensitive. {Remember when I giggled at his
Sherlock Holmes hat? He sulked for a week and then closed his
detective agency.}
Lisa: Well, maybe you'll have to hurt his feelings. The longer he
lives likes this, the harder it'll be to go back.
Marge: [realizes] You're right. Maybe if I use my least nagging tone of
voice...[tries]
Homer? [tries again]
Homer! [tries again]
Homer...that's it. That's the one. All right, send him on in.
-- Marge finds her center, "King-Size Homer"
