This Simpsons scene reminds me of a lady that catches my ferry some mornings. She sits next to me and plasters around ten faces of make-up on. The smell of the powder is so strong - it makes me feel as though I’m going to sneeze the whole trip.
Homer: Now, this next one’s for the ladies. How many times have you gals been late for a high-powered business meeting, only to realize you’re not wearing make-up?
Marge: That’s every woman’s nightmare.
Homer: That’s why I invented this revolutionary make-up gun.
It’s for the woman who only has four-fifths of a second to get ready.
Close your eyes, Marge.