Homer: Dear Lord, as I think of you, dressed in white, with your splendid beard, I am reminded of Colonel Sanders, who is now seated at your right hand, shoveling popcorn chicken into thy mouth. Lord, could you come up with a delicious new taste treat like he did? (claps twice) I command you!
Homer: The grass is actually greener on Flanders' side.
Marge: That's because you keep passing out on our lawn. (scene shows silhouettes of Homer on the ground)