Marge : I have a responsibility to raise these children right and, unless you change, I'll have to tell them their father is... well, wicked.
Homer : [to Lisa and Bart] Kids, let me tell you about another so-called wicked guy. He had long hair, and some wild ideas, and he didn't always do what other people thought was right. And that man's name was...
Homer : I forget. But the point is...
Homer : I forget that, too.
Homer : Marge, you know who I'm talking about! He used to drive that blue car.
Marge : Get up, Homer. It's time for church.
Homer : I don't want to go.
Marge : It's church. You have to go.
Homer : Too cold out!
[We see outside the window. It is a blizzard. A polar bear is digging through the garbage. He pulls out a fish and leaves]
Marge : I'm tired of having this argument every Sunday! Get dressed!
[She throws Homer's pants on Homer]
Homer : Oh! Stupid, itchy church pants!
[Homer is downstairs, messing with his pants]
Homer : "One size fits all," my butt!
Marge : Come on! We're going to be late!
[Homer pulls up his pants. They rip]
Homer : Forget it. I'm not going.
[Homer walks upstairs, revealing his posterior]
Marge : [Groans]