Marge: I guess we could get more involved in Bart’s activities but then I’d be afraid of smothering him.

Homer: Yeah, and then we’d get the chair.

Marge: That’s not what I meant.

Homer: It was, Marge, admit it.

Tried to explain this to someone recently, and ended up choking on some doritos because I was laughing. I wish I could find a clip because the timing of this is fucking perfect.

reblogged from eyeonspringfield
originally posted by eyeonspringfield