Plot
Mr. Burns is ordered to reverse his sexist hiring policy and bring in a woman at the plant. He hires a woman called Mindy, but Homer finds he is attracted to her. He tries talking to her, but realizes they have so much in common - they are both slobs who love eating, sleeping and watching television. Homer's home life seems to be taking a bad turn as well.
Although he tries to avoid Mindy at work, they are both chosen to represent the power plant at the National Energy Convention. They win a romantic dinner at a Chinese restaurant, where the fortune cookie tells Homer that he will find happiness with a new love.
After dinner, they return to their rooms, but instead of giving in to temptation, Homer invites Marge to stay with him at the hotel.
Memorable quotes
Homer:
Another day, another box of stolen pens.
Skinner:
Blast it, woman! You parked too close. Move your car!
Mrs. Krabappel:
I'm in the lines! You got a problem, go tell your momma.
Skinner:
Oh, don't worry: she'll hear about this.
Charlie:
Well, sir, I won't bore you with the details of our miraculous escape, but we desperately need a real emergency exit!
Mr. Burns:
Why, that's a fabulous idea! Anything else you'd like? How about real lead in the radiation shields? Urinal cakes, maybe?
Lenny:
Aw, if they hire a woman we won't be able to spit on the floor.
Carl:
And we can't take off our pants when it gets real hot.
Homer:
And we won't be able to pee in the drinking fountain... (Lenny and Carl stare at him) Er, I mean, not... you know, if we wanted to... not that I ever did...
Homer:
I got this friend named... Joey Jo-Jo... Junior... Shabadoo.
Moe:
That's the worst name I ever heard. (a man runs out crying)
Barney:
Hey, Joey Jo-Jo!
Homer:
I'm attracted to another woman! What am I going to do?
Barney:
Your infatuation is based on a physical attraction. Talk to the woman and you'll realize you have nothing in common.
Homer:
Barney, that is so insightfuI. How did you come up with that?
Barney:
It was on one of these bar napkins.
Guardian Angel:
Homer, I'm your guardian angel. I've assumed the form of someone you'd recognize and revere: Sir Isaac Newton.
Homer:
Sir Isa-who-who?
Lisa:
Dad, why are you singing?
Homer:
(thinking) Tell a lie, tell a lie. (aloud) Uh, because I have a small role in a Broadway musical. It's not much, but it's a start. (thinking) Bravo! [slow clapping]
Homer:
Stop that! I love my wife and family. All I'm gonna use this bed for is sleeping, eating, and maybe building a little fort.
Mindy:
Well, desserts aren't always right.
Homer:
But they're so sweet!
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