The Simpsons have a little son and Gwen is preg with number two.

‘Jazzing?’ Temple whispered …. ‘Yes, putty-face!’ the woman said. ‘How do you suppose I paid that lawyer?’

Are you all right? You've hardly touched your lunch.

With bon ami, With Old Dutch Cleanser and with Naphtha soap, Bescrub my all so noble lineaments, That e'en a freshman can not look and say, Why, there's Ty Cobb!