Homer: Marge! You waited for me.
Marge: Er --
Homer: OK, Marge, let's go.
Marge: I'll catch up to you.
Homer: Marge, I'm taking the car.
Marge: I'll walk.
Homer: This late? Through the bad neighborhood?
Homer: Marge --
Marge: Go home! You're bad luck.
Homer: Wait! I see what's happening here. You're just mad because
everyone in this town loves gambling except for you. Well that's
-- Homer Perot, "$pringfield"