Gloria: Oh, Monty, you saved me! And to think I was once in love
with that dirty low-life, with his arrogant smirk, gutter
mouth, tough-guy attitude, macho tattoos, hair that can't
be tamed, [sighs] prison-sculpted body ...
Marge: Uh, oh.
Gloria: I'm sorry, Monty. [kisses him goodbye, and leaves] Oh,
Snake, don't ever change.
-- "A Hunka Hunka Burns in Love"