Cliff: Oh, Normie, you're as white as a sheet. What's cooking?
Norm: Oh, that was Vera. Her aunt's taken sick. She has to go to Springfield for a few days. That leaves me at home alone with Donna.
Cliff: Just you and the siren.
Woody: Hey, Mr. Peterson, maybe you can use that siren thing to scare off your sister-in-law.