Homer: Look, Marge, you don’t know what it’s like. I’m the one out there everyday 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 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!