Homer: Look, Marge... Honey... Baby... Doll...
Marge: [turning her back, folding her arms] Homer, I don't even want to
look at you right now.
Homer: What are you saying, honey? [Marge points him outside] But
where will I sleep?
Marge: [shaking angrily] My suggestion is you sleep in the filth you
created!
Homer: Will a motel be okay? [Marge slams the front door in his face]
-- Shall I take that as a yes? "Homer's Night Out"
Marge: [turning her back, folding her arms] Homer, I don't even want to
look at you right now.
Homer: What are you saying, honey? [Marge points him outside] But
where will I sleep?
Marge: [shaking angrily] My suggestion is you sleep in the filth you
created!
Homer: Will a motel be okay? [Marge slams the front door in his face]
-- Shall I take that as a yes? "Homer's Night Out"
Related:
- Jacques: First, you must get to know your lane. Feel the slickness,
feel the slippery finish. Caresses it, experience it... - Homer: Come on, Marge, let me in! There's crickets out here.
[Marge opens the door, glares] OK, Marge. Things... - Bart: Wow, Mom, I never pictured you as any kind of authority figure
before.
Homer: Marge, I want you to take care of yourself out... - Marge: I'm afraid we're going to need a bigger house.
Homer: No, we won't. I've got it all figured out.... - Homer: Honey, I'm home!
Marge: Hello, dear. How was work at the plant?
Homer: It's not a plant, Marge, it's a tree, and... - Marge: Homer, I really don't like you telling personal secrets in your
class.
Homer: Marge, I didn't tell 'em personal stuff. Marge... - Marge: Homey, this is so sweet, but I can't possibly go now.
The sink is full of dirty dishes, the trash... - Lisa: Dad?
Homer: Yes, honey?
Lisa: Um...Mom just baked a cake.
Homer: Ooh! [walks into kitchen] Huh? Marge: Homer... - Homer opens the door resolutely, then unplugs the TV]
[the kids,
watching it, open their mouths] Homer: [quickly] Kids...
