- Homer: I have something to say to all the sons out there. To all the boys, to all the men, to all of us. It's about women, and how they are not mere objects with curves that make us crazy. No, there are our wives, they are our daughters, our sisters, our grandmas, our aunts, our nieces and nephews. Well, not our nephews. They are our mothers. And you something, folks? As ridiculous this sounds, I would rather feel the sweet breath of my beautiful wife on the back of my neck as I sleep than stuff dollar bills into some stranger's g-sting. Am I wrong? Or am I right?
- Bart Simpson: Lady, where's my spy camera?
- Bart Simpson: Where's my spy camera?
- [at the same time as the mail carrier]
- Fe-Mail-Man: Where's my spy camera?
- [at the same time as Bart]
- Bart Simpson: Where's my spy camera, lady?
- [at the same time as the mail carrier]
- Fe-Mail-Man: Every day for the last six months.
- [at the same time as Bart]
- Bart Simpson: Where's my spy camera?
- [at the same time as the mail carrier]
- Fe-Mail-Man: Where's my spy camera?
- [at the same time as Bart]
- Bart Simpson: Where's my spy camera?
- [at the same time as the mail carrier]
- Fe-Mail-Man: Where's my spy camera?
- [at the same time as Bart]
- Bart Simpson: Where's my spy camera!
- [at the same time as the mail carrier]
- Fe-Mail-Man: Where's my spy camera!
- [at the same time as Bart]
- Fe-Mail-Man: Here's your stupid spy camera!
- Bart Simpson: Oh. Thanks, ma'am.