Woman: Another bag of potato chips, Mr. Talmidge?
Homer: Also, I think I'm getting a bed sore. What do you have to do to get turned round here (she begins turning him). Hey, what's Lucky hooked up to?
Woman: It's a respirator. It breathes for him.
Homer: And here I am using my own lungs like a sucker. And how come everyone has a bed pan and I have to walk all the way over there!
Woman: You mean there?
(the toilet is right next to him)