Lisa: Dad, Mom said she'd be home to help me with my costume and she's
not, and the geography pageant is tonight!
Homer: Lisa, your mom still loves you. It's just that she has a career
now. She's a slot-jockey.
Lisa: But Dad, if I don't show up in a rubber suit shaped like the
state of Florida, I'll be the laughing-stock of the whole school!
Homer: [disgusted] Oh, it's always _something_, isn't it? First I have
to drive your pregnant mother to the hospital so she can give
birth to you. And now this.
-- From bad to worse, "$pringfield"