Bart: Y'know, Grampa kinda smells like the trunk in the garage with the bottom's all wet. Lisa: Nuh uh, he smells more like a photo lab. Homer: Stop it, both of you! Grampa smells like a regular old man which is more like a hallway in a hospital. Marge: You know, we'll be old someday. Homer: Gasp! My God, you're right, Marge! You kids wouldn't put me in a home like I did to my dad, would you? Bart: Well... Homer: Aaah! Marge, what do we do!?
Abe: What are you doing tonight? Bea: Sitting alone in my room. Abe: Aw, you've got plans already. Homer: I can't tell you how sorry I am, Dad. Abe: Is someone talking to me? I didn't hear anything. Homer: Oh no! Dad's lost his hearing! Hutz: There is one catch... You must spend one night in... a haunted house! Abe: :gasps: Hutz: Just kidding. Bea: Oh, Abraham, calm down. I'm not here to scare you. They've got me haunting a family in Texas. Abe: Is there room at your table for a foolish old man? Homer: Well sure. We'll have to move a chair in from the den but it's no problem. Lisa: The people who deserve it are on the streets, and they're in the slums. They're little children who need more library books, and they're families who can't make ends meet. Of course, if you really wanted to, you could buy me a pony. Abe: You're right! Lisa: I'll name her Princess, and I'll ride her every day! Homer: A double cheeseburger, onion rings, large strawberry shake, and for God's sakes, hurry! Abe: Put it all on 41. I've got a feeling about that number. Roulette man: The wheel only goes to 36. Abe: Okay, put it all on 36. I've got a feeling about that number.
