Homer: Boy! This intersection is dangerous. Someone oughta put a
stop sign here. [a beam of sunlight graces Homer's face]
Marge: Oh, Homer, how could think of killing yourself? We love you.
Lisa: Yeah, Dad, we love you.
[during Homer's speech, the sun rises slowly in the distance]
Homer: Kill myself? Killing myself is the last thing I'd ever do. Now
I have a purpose, a reason to live. I don't care who I have to
face, I don't care who I have to fight, I will not rest until
this street gets a stop sign!
-- "Homer's Odyssey"