Homer: Now that we're all alone, Marge, admit it: you like Lisa best!
Marge: No!
Homer: Oh, so you're a Bart woman, are you?
Marge: No!
Homer: Well, you can't possibly like Maggie best. What's she ever done?
Nothin' for nobody.
[Maggie jumps up and catches a ketchup bottle headed for Homer's
head]
Marge: Homer, we can't root for one child over the other. You wouldn't
like it if the kids played favorites with us.
[on the ice]
Bart: Hey, Mom! Look at me, Mom!
Lisa: Hi, Mom! Over here! Mom!
Homer: [chuckles] Hi kids!
-- Just before the big game, "Lisa on Ice"
Marge: No!
Homer: Oh, so you're a Bart woman, are you?
Marge: No!
Homer: Well, you can't possibly like Maggie best. What's she ever done?
Nothin' for nobody.
[Maggie jumps up and catches a ketchup bottle headed for Homer's
head]
Marge: Homer, we can't root for one child over the other. You wouldn't
like it if the kids played favorites with us.
[on the ice]
Bart: Hey, Mom! Look at me, Mom!
Lisa: Hi, Mom! Over here! Mom!
Homer: [chuckles] Hi kids!
-- Just before the big game, "Lisa on Ice"
Related:
- Jacques: First, you must get to know your lane. Feel the slickness,
feel the slippery finish.
Caresses it, experience it. Quite smooth, isn't it?... - Homer: Why don't people like me, Marge?
Marge: Mmm, everyone likes you, you're a wonderful person.
Homer: Why don't those stupid idiots let me in their crappy club for jerks?... - Bart: Can I come to the candy show, huh, huh? Can I, can I?
Huh, huh, huh? Can I? Can I? Lisa: No, me!... - Marge: Homer! Bart! Maggie! Company eating rules.
Homer: [burps] Oh, right. [everyone eats all delicate, like] Ba... - Lisa: Why don't we all look at the photo album?
Home
[as Marge opens it] So many memories. Aw, look -- Knightboat.... - Homer: How can you do this, Marge? How can you desert your children?
Lisa: Have a blast, Mom. Bart: Rock the Casbah! Home... - Marge: All right, all right, but if you win, don't make a
scene and dance around with your "woo-hoo"s, please!
We can't afford a single slipup. They're judging us.... - Marge: Let me give my special little winner a big, _big_ hug.
Lisa: [tired] Ma, I think I'm all hugged out, heh.... - Bart: [whining] Mom, my slingshot doesn't fit in these pockets.
And these shorts leave nothing to the imagination....
