Janey: Now remember, Wanda, whatever shape the wax takes,

Janey: Now remember, Wanda, whatever shape the wax takes, that's what
your husband's job will be.
Wanda: [disappointed] It's a mop. My husband will be a janitor.
Lisa: That looks like an Olympic torch to me. Your husband could be
an Olympic athlete who will go on to have a great acting career!
Wanda: [lets another drop of wax fall] It's a dustpan.
Lisa: The wax never lies...
-- Lisa's slumber party, "Flaming Moe's"