Marge: Hi Homey. Homer: Hey Marge, after your big tantrum against legalized gambling,

Marge: Hi Homey.
Homer: Hey Marge, after your big tantrum against legalized gambling, I
bet it feels pretty weird to be in a casino.
Marge: I was for the casino.
Homer: Strike three, Marge! I remember that meeting and I have a
photographic memory.
[In Homer's memory, Marge wears a blue dress and has green hair.
She holds a rolling pin. Homer's arms are massive]
Marge: Legalized gambling is a bad idea. You can build a casino over my
dead body. Blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah, blah blah
blah blah blah.
Man: For you: it's the President. [tentacle hands Homer a phone]
Homer: Y'ello?
[back to reality] And then I said to the President -- get this
-- Marge? Marge?
-- No captive audience, "$pringfield"