Marcy Rhoades D'Arcy: Go home!
Al Bundy: I'd like to, but my living room is full of women, men and your cousin.
[Al opens his front door and sees Marcy's identical cousin, Mandy]
Al Bundy: Hey Peg, look here. The fifth Beatle.
Mandy: [husky voice] I'm not Marcy. I'm Mandy, Marcy's cousin.
Peggy Bundy: Wow, you and Marcy really do look alike.
Mandy: You think so? I know I'm no supermodel, but I never really thought I looked like a chicken.
Al Bundy: [laughs] I like her. You're all right, Mandy.
Mandy: Actually, Al, I'm involved.
Al Bundy: Who's the lucky guy?
Al Bundy: Barbara? Sounds like he's a little light in the loafers.
Mandy: Actually, she's a little heavy in the construction boots.
Al Bundy: How did a thing like this happen to you? Were you stood up to the prom? Go to prison? I know, it was summer camp, wasn't it? You sprained a muscle skinny-dipping and the beautiful blond counselor, let's call her Betty, carried you back to her cabin and gave you a massage, and before you knew it, you were a love slave in an all-girls sex cult.
Mandy: Yeah, that's what happened. You saw that in a video, didn't you, Al?
Al Bundy: Yeah, my favorite!
Mandy: Mine, too! So you don't have a problem with two women being together?
Al Bundy: No... as long as there's a guy watching.