Lisa: Dad, don't you think you're overreacting? Homer: Don't you think you're *under*reacting? Lisa: This conversation is over. Homer: This conversation is *under*. Lisa: Goodbye. Homer: *bad*bye Chief Wiggum: This is Papa Bear. Put out an APB for a male suspect, driving a... car of some sort, heading in the direction of, uh, you know, that place that sells chili. Suspect is hatless. Repeat, hatless Homer: You couldn't fool your own mother on the foolingest day of your life with an electrified fooling machine!