Lisa: You know, Maggie hasn't been a Simpson as long as us. I think
she's beginning to forget Mom and Dad.
Bart: Remember how Mom used to microwave our underwear on cold days?
Lisa: Or the way used to call the radio station with fake traffic?
[they both laugh, then sigh]
They're ten feet away, and we can't even talk to them. I wish I
could tell them how much I miss them.
-- Fish out of water,
"Home Sweet Home-Diddily-Dum-Doodily"
she's beginning to forget Mom and Dad.
Bart: Remember how Mom used to microwave our underwear on cold days?
Lisa: Or the way used to call the radio station with fake traffic?
[they both laugh, then sigh]
They're ten feet away, and we can't even talk to them. I wish I
could tell them how much I miss them.
-- Fish out of water,
"Home Sweet Home-Diddily-Dum-Doodily"
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