Couch: The family sits down, but now Bart is green. Homer fiddles with the TV antenna and Bart changes to red. Homer then returns to the couch, and smacks Bart upside the head in order to return him to his normal color (yellow).
Reverend Lovejoy: I will now read these special vows which Homer has prepared for this occasion. Do you, Marge, take Homer, in richness and in poorness, poorness is underlined, in impotence and in potence, in quiet solitude or blasting across the alkali flats in a jet-powered, monkey-navigated... and it goes on like this.
Luanne: Okay, Kirk, I'll tell a story. It's about a man whose father-in-law gave him a sweet job as manager of a cracker factory.
Luanne: A man whose complete lack of business sense, and managerial impotence...
Homer: Ooh, here we go!
Luanne: ...sent the number one cracker factory in town into a tie for sixth with "TableTime" and "Allied Biscuit."
(Marge furtively hides a box of "Allied Biscuit")
Kirk: You're letting me go?
Cracker Factory Executive: Kirk, crackers are a family food, happy families. Maybe single people eat crackers, we don't know. Frankly, we don't want to know. It's a market we can do without.
Kirk: So, that's it after 20 years? "So long. Good luck?"
Cracker Factory Executive: I don't recall saying "good luck."
Luanne: If you want to talk nervous, you should've seen Kirk deal with the high-school kids who egged our Bonneville.
Kirk: Ha. Should've asked them to hurl some bacon. Then maybe I could have had a decent breakfast for once.
Homer: You know what you two need? A little comic strip called "Love Is...". It's about two naked eight-year-olds who are married.