It all started last year during a terrible thunderstorm, when I locked myself out of the house. Sheltering myself with a large piece of sheet metal, I ran for cover under the tallest tree I could find!— Homer
Marge: I've been so unfair to Becky. Maybe I am insane. I mean, I am talking to myself.
Hans Moleman: You are? Oh, I thought I'd made a freind..