Homer: Now, sweetie, don't worry about a thing. I'll teach you to comb it over so no one can tell.

Homer: Now, sweetie, don't worry about a thing. I'll teach you to comb
it over so no one can tell. Just like my hair! [Marge imagines
herself with a Homer-esque comb-over, and breaks into sobs]
-- A fate worse than death?,
"Simpsoncalifragilisticexpiala-D'oh-cious"

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