Marge: Hello, I'd like to talk to Dr. Monroe Guy: First name, age, problem? Marge: I'm Marge, 34, and my problem's my husband. He doesn't listen to me, he doesn't appreciate me, I don't know how much longer I can... Guy: Hey lady, save your whining for when you're on the air, okay? Marvin Monroe: And if he doesn't start loving, you will be leaving Marge: Leave Homer? Marvin Monroe: Please, don't use his real name! Marge: Leave Paidrel? Marvin Monroe: Can you be that honest Marge? Marge: Yeah! Marvin Monroe: You'll tell him right when he comes home from work Marge: Yeah! Marvin Monroe: Say it like you mean it... Marge: YEAH!!! Moe: Homer, Marge is right, you are a pig! You can ask anyone in this bar! Homer: What!? Hey Barney, am I a pig? Barney: You're even more of a pig than I am *burp* Moe: See, you're a pig. Barney's a pig, Larry's a pig, we're all pigs! Marge: Wait, what about a babysitter? Homer: Whoops! Marge: Not to worry *picks up phone* Moe: Listen you lousy punk, If I ever get a hold of you I swear I'll cut your belly open! Marge: Goodness, must be a crossed wire! Old Lady: Rubber Baby Buggy Bumper Babysitting Service... Marge: This is Marge Simpson and I'd like a babysitter immidiately! Old Lady: The Simpsons? Lady you've got to be kidding me!...
(Homer rings up) Old Lady: Rubber Baby Buggy Bumper Babysitting Service... Homer: Hello this is Mr. Ssssampson... Old Lady: Did your wife just call a second ago? Homer: No! I said Sampson, not Simpson! Bart: Yo, lady, we've seen the Crappy Little Elves about 14 million times! Maybe we can watch some real TV! Ms Botz: I said we're gonna watch the tape! Bart: Awww.. thats merely a suggested viewing matter, lady, mom lets us watch whatever the hell we want Ms Bots: I said you're gonna watch this tape, and you're gonna do what I say, or I'm gonna do something to you, and I don't know what that is because everybody has always done what I say! Homer: I think I'll eat... this one right there! Waiter: Why don't you pick one thats a little more frisky, sir! Homer: Why? Waiter: Well when you choose one thats floating upside-down, it somewhat defeats the purpose of selecting a live lobster! Lisa: But I wanna see what happens! Bart: You know what happens! They find Captain Cook's treasure, all the elves jump around like little green idiots, I puke, the end! Homer: Ms. Botz? Good lord! What have those little hellions done now!? We're so sorry, we're so sorry! Ms Botz: Please turn off the TV
