Lisa: Dad, its 3am, can't you mutter in your room Homer: Marge kicked me out Lisa: Hmm...alright go ahead... Homer: Pushy kids think they can tell me what to do in my house, well I tell you parents these days they dunno how to... Homer: C'mon c'mon open up (the doors open, homer rushes in and straight into the bathroom)...ah thats the stuff Lisa: Can you help me get my ball down from the roof dad? Homer: Sure thing honey! (he shoots it with his gun, it falls down and deflates)...do you want me to get the cat down? Lisa: No thanks! Homer: See you in hell, dinner plate <bang>
(camera shows the family at the table eating out of cups etc) Marge: Does anyone know where all my dinner plates went? Homer: Ah...you probably left them at work Homer: Do you know how to cook dinner? Milhouse: DO I?! Lady: Lookin' for a good time, sailor Bart: I certainly am! Marge: No you're not! He's really not. Bart: Hey, is that a camera in the ceiling? Voice: No, go back to sleep
