Lenny: See, all along I've been telling Carl I'm married to a beauty queen. Now, he's coming over for dinner.

Marge: Oh, Lenny, I'm sure he'll like your wife no matter what she looks like.

Lenny: No, no, no, no, no, it's worse than that. I don't even have a wife. I just said I did to, you know, be a big shot.

Marge: Oh. Well, it's time to start telling the truth. Now, when I have to tell my husband the truth, I cook him a big, delicious dinner. By the time he's done eating, he's too full and tired to care what I have to say.

Lenny: Wow, that's great! When Carl comes over, I'll stuff him 'till he don't know what's what.

In Marge We Trust