Homer:Marge, kids, everything's going to be just fine.
Now go upstairs, pack your bags. We're going to begin a new life under the sea. (sighs)
The Song:Under the sea, under the sea,
There'll be no accusations,
Just friendly crustaceans
Under the sea.
Marge:Homer, that's your solution to everything: to move under the sea! It's not going to happen!
Homer:Not with that attitude.