Lisa: 'Id', triple word score! Homer: Hey, no abbreviations! Lisa: Not 'I.D.', dad 'Id', it's a word Bart: Yeah, as in this game is stup-id Homer: Hey, shut up boy! Bart: My turn, 'Kwyjibo' twenty three points, plus double word score, plus, sixty points for using all my letters, games over, I'm outta here! Homer: Wait a minute you little cheater! You're not going anywhere until you tell me what a kwyjibo is! Bart: Kwyjibo... big dumb balding North American ape.. with no chin. Skinner: Whoever did this is in very deep trouble Martin: And a sloppy speller, too, because the correct spelling of wiener is W I E n e r, although ei is acceptable. Homer: Hey, look at this! I am a weiner. Heh heh, he sure is! Homer: What do we need a psychiatrist for, we know our kid is nuts! Lisa: I don't care what that test says, Bart, you're a dimwit. Bart: Maybe so, but from now on, this dimwit was on easy street. Marge: We got tickets to the Opera tonight! Hurry up, get dressed! Bart: Oh mom, not tonight! Homer: Come on Bart, your mother is only trying to help, so go on ahead and enjoy the show. Marge: Homer.. you're going too! Homer: But I'm not a genius! Why should I suffer? Bart: Toreador, oh don't spit on the floor. Please use the cuspidor, that's what it's for. Marge: Bart! Stop fooling around! Homer: Phe-yew, when is this over? Bart: It aint over till the fat lady sings! Homer: That one fat enough for you, son?
