Carl: We hardly made a dent in that ten-foot hoagie.
Homer: I'll give it a good home.
[flash to Homer in front of the TV, eating the sandwich.]
Marge: You've been eating that sandwich for over a week. I think the
mayonnaise is starting to turn.
Homer: Two more feet, and I can fit it in the fridge.
[flash to Marge walking up to Homer with a sandwich-looking
thingamabob.]
Marge: Homer, I found this behind the radiator. I really think you
should throw it away.
Homer: Suggestion noted.
[when Marge leaves, Homer chows down]
-- Mmm, botulism,
Back to reality.
Homer: Marge, I'd like to be alone with the sandwich for a moment.
Marge: Are you going to eat it?
Homer: [pause] Yes.
-- Honesty is the best policy
Marge: You look awful!
Homer: I don't care. I'm going to Duff Gardens!
[his face quivers and he drops to the floor, crawling away]
-- A man with a mission, "Selma's Choice"
In the car. Homer shivers inside a blanket, his skin looks extremely
pale.
Homer: S-s-ssoo coolld...
Marge: Homey, your lips are turning blue. I think you'd better stay
home.
Homer: No! Duff Gardens, hurraaahhh... [faints on the car horn]
-- That's what you get for eating months-old hoagies,
