Lyn: Next to you, Edie, Bob is the truest feminist I've ever met. He's the only man I've ever known who knew where he was when Sylvia Plath died. He has a master's in Business, but what changed his life: he read The Wall Street Journal on acid. Bob has this dream: to be a holistic capitalist.
Edie: Well, I'll believe this Prince Charming when I see him.
Marge: How come I never meet a guy like that?
Edie: Because you go to discos instead of the TM center, Marge.
Marge: You're right. the last guy I went to bed with, I woke up in the morning, I practically had the imprint of his coke spoon on my chest.
Edie: You have "heterosexual damage," Sis. I mean, all that Ortho-novum is bound to seep into your bloodstream.