Marge: [in bed, reading the shopping list]
I get the feeling there's something you haven't told me Homer.
Homer: Huh? Oh, I love you Marge.
Marge: Mm, Homer, you tell me that all the time.
Homer: Oh good, because I <do> love you.
I don't deserve you as much as a guy with a fat wallet and a
credit card that won't set off that horrible beeping.
Marge: Well, I think it does have something to do with your Christmas
bonus. I keep asking for it, but...
Homer: Marge... Oh... Let me be honest with you...
Homer: Well... I...
Marge: [rubs his hand]
Homer: I want to do the Christmas shopping this year!
Marge: [hands over the list she was holding] Well, sure. Okay.
[flicks bed-side light off. Homer's forced grin glows in the
-- "Simpsons Roasting on an Open Fire"