|Skemaet du ikke KAN undvære!
Homer: Yeah, but this is me talking. Look, I already encased the telephone in concrete. [points to the phone, which is encased in a two-foot thick concrete cube]
Marge: How are you supposed to dial?
Homer: Reach into these holes. I use a carrot. [holds one up]
Marge: Isn't that a little excessive? I mean, how are the buttons dangerous?
Homer: Baby could order poison.
Marge: Oh, that's ridiculous. [Homer dials a number, then gives the receiver to Marge]
PDS man: Poison Delivery Service. A gift basket of poison is on its way.