Bart: Oh yeah? Lisa: Yeah! Bart: Oh yeah? Lisa: Yeah! Bart: Oh yeah? Lisa: Yeah! Bart: Oh yeah? Lisa: Yeah! Homer: What's the problem here? Lisa: We were fighting over which one of us loves you more? Homer: You were? Aww... Go ahead. Bart: You love him more. Lisa: No, you do! Bart: No I don't! Lisa: Yes you do! Father: Thanks Mr. Burns I'm so glad you invited us. Son: Not me, I had to miss little league for this. Mr Burns: Oh please, please, don't fight, just go out back and have a good time.....fire that man Smithers. Mr. Burns: Ah, oh yes and this must be your lovely wife... Marge. Oh and look at little.... Lisa. Why she's growing like a wig. And this must be... Brat. Bart: Bart! Homer: Don't correct the man, brat! Mr. Burns: Make yourself at home. Bart: Hear that dad? You can lie around in your underwear and scratch yourself...... Marge: [a friend offers marge some punch] Marge: Do you think we should leave the kids unsupervised? Friend: You're right (turns on tv...) there. Mr. Burns: But now it's time to say goodbye. Please get off my property, until next year. I suggest you don't dawdle. The hounds will be released in 10 minutes. Homer: No! We're gonna say grace first. Bart: Okay... rub a dub dub, thanks for the grub! The Family: [spy on another family from the window... the father gets his gun and tries to take a shot at them] Homer: I've... got some... weiners in my pockets. Advert: [Homer watches an advert in Moes Tavern. Features a family complaining, and then the kid tells them to both shut up] Homer: [shows off his money]
