Lisa: It's okay. Those snobs would have never made us members,
[at the ball, a huge gala had been set up for OFF]
Evelyn: Well, I wonder where Marge could be? She's missing her
Susan: I hope she didn't take my attempt to destroy her too
seriously. [slurps her drink loudly]
Burns: Where's Homer? Oh, and to think I spent all afternoon
baking him this cake.
[a pink messy cake reading "Welcome Homer"]
Smithers: Mmm... [tastes the cake] Ugh!
Burns: I pickled the figs myself.
-- Looks deceive,
"Scenes from the Class Struggle in Springfield"