Marge Simpson: [Marge leaves the dance room and sees Homer sitting on the stairs crying heavily. She walks up to him] Homer?
Homer: [He sniffles and looks up at her] What?
Marge Simpson: [She sits down beside him] Why are you doing this? Why can't you accept that I'm here with someone else?
Homer: [Sniffles; his voice breaks as he talks] Because I'm... sure we were meant to be together. Usually when I have a thought, there's a lot of *other* thoughts in there... some things says, yes, some things says, no... But this time, there's only yes!
[Cries as he talks]
Homer: How can the only thing I've ever been sure about in my life be wrong?
Marge Simpson: [Looks down] Hm... I don't know... But it is.
[Walks away]