(The Simpsons eat from everything but the dinner plates which Bart and Homer shot at earlier.)
Marge: Does anyone know where all my dinner plates went?
Homer: Um, you probably left them at work. On another topic, guess who was picked to host the next NRA meeting!
(Points gun to himself)
Marge: Homer, I told you this morning, no guns at the dinner table.
Homer: You said the breakfast table.
Marge: It's the same table!
Homer: Listen, if it'll make you feel any better, I'll put the safety on. (Homer attempts to put the safety on, but accidentally fires the gun. We see the bullet just nick Marge's shoulder in a picture of her hanging on a bulletin board)
Homer: Oh…I guess the safety was on. (He tries again, but again accidentally fires it, this time hitting the same picture of Marge square in the chest)
Homer: …I'd better just put it down.
(He sets the gun on the table. While it rests there, the gun fires itself, and the bullet ricochets off a pot, hitting a knife sitting in a brick of cheese. The knife sails through the air, and stabs the same picture of Marge right between the eyes)
Lisa: No offense Mom, but that was pretty cool.