Homer: It's a second wedding, honey. Our first one was so crummy,

Homer: It's a second wedding, honey. Our first one was so crummy, I had
to make it up to you. I really love you.
Marge: Oh, Homey. I know you love me. We don't need to get married
again.
Homer: Yes, we do, I got us a divorce this afternoon.
Marge: What?
Homer: I didn't want a hokey second wedding like those ones on TV.
-- A little meta-humor for your enjoyment,
"A Milhouse Divided"