Marge: I wont be home tonight so I'm leaving you some lo-cal microwavable tv-dinners. Lisa/Bart: Uuhokay. Lisa: Hey look, it's last years winner Deborah Joe Smallwood. Deborah: Tonight my reign as Miss American Girl comes to an end. And I'd like to apologize one last time for my unfortunate remarks at the united nations.
[maggie starts playing dance of the sugar plum faries] Homer: Maggie! Cut that racket!
Homer: And where exactly are you going? Marge: I'm auditioning for a play. Homer: Well this is the first I've heard about it. Marge: I told you several times, it's a musical version of A Streetcar Named... Homer: Excuse me Marge, I think that If you told me, I would remember, I mean, I'm not an idiot! Lou Ellen: Hello! I am Lou Ellen St Claire. I've directed three plays in my career, and I've had three heart attacks. That's how much I care, I'm planning for a fourth. Lady: Hey, look me over.. Lou: Next! Lady 2: Wont you come home Bil... Lou: Next! Lady 3: There's got to be a... Lou: Next! Marge: La.. Lou: Thankyou for nothing! Bart: Are there any Jive-Talking Robots in this play? Marge: Um, I don't think so. Homer: Bart, don't ask stupid questions... Is there any frontal nudity? Marge: No, Homer! Daycare Lady: Mrs Simpson, do you know what a baby is saying when she reaches for her bottle? Marge: ....Baba? Daycare Lady: She's saying "I am a leech". Ned: You're a dame and I'm a fella Marge: Stanley stop or I'll tell Stella! Lou: Marge, Marge, I'm asking for wild heart rage, and you're giving me a hissy fit. Homer: Marge, can I get some change for the candy machine? Lou: Oh, HERE! (throws coins everywhere) Marge: The play's tomorrow night. I've got to stay in charactah. Lisa: Hey mom, would it help if I talked lack this tew? Marge: It maght. Bart: En I'll talk like 'is. Bob's ya uncle mate. Marge: That really doesn't help, Baaht. Bart: Can I slog off school tomorra. Gotta pain in me gulliva! Homer: I'm livin in a coo-coo clock!
