Marge : Have you noticed something about Bart? Homer : New glasses? Marge : No. It seems like something could be troubling him. Homer : Probably misses his old glasses. Marge : I want to get more involved in Bart's activities, but then I'd be afraid of smothering him. Homer : Yeah, and then we'd get the chair. Marge : That's not what I meant. Homer : Admit it Marge, it was. Homer: Look Marge, you don't know what it's like - I'm the one out there every day putting his ass on the line. And I'm not out of order! You're out of order! The whole freaking system is out of order! You want the truth? You want the truth? You can't handle the truth! 'Cause when you reach over and put your hand into a pile of goo that was your best friend's face, you'll know what to do!! Forget it Marge, it's Chinatown!!! Marge: Homer, don't ever tell them personal stuff about me again!! Homer: (sheepishly): Yes ma'am.