Marge: Homer! Did you tell the mafia they could eliminate my competitors with savage beatings and attempted murder?
Homer: [swallowing beer] In those words? … Yes.
Homer: I saw your pouring your heart and soul into this business and getting nowhere. I saw you desperately trying to cram one more salty treat into America’s already bloated snack hole. So I did what I could. I did what any loving husband would do! I reached out to some violent mobsters.
Marge buys a pretzel franchise, fails to achieve her sales targets and violence ensues.