George: ... thing I've ever heard, Marge. Sometimes you sound just like one of those television commercials. 

Marge: Well, it makes sense to me. 

George: It just could be the Crest. Come on. 

Marge: Well, George, now just think about it. Remember the way Billy used to have so many cavities? 

George: Okay. I know, I pay the bill. 

Marge: Well, yesterday at the dentist, he only had one. Just one. 

George: Well, thank goodness for that. 

Marge: And, you know, we've changed toothpaste to Crest. And Crest has that fluoride. 

George: Now hold on, Marge. 

Marge: What? 

George: He's probably found some new fangled way of brushing. 

Marge: Our Billy? Oh, come on, George. 

George: Well, maybe he's found... 

Marge: George! I think I've got one. (gasp) Is it a whale? 

George: Well, pull, Marge. Pull, he's getting away. (splashing) 

Marge: Oh. Why'd he have to get away? 

George: Probably had to see his dentist. (splash)