Homer: Ah, home to my loving family. What more could a man ask for?
[Marge appears in her nightie, blowing her nose]
Marge: Hi Hober. Don't kiss be, I'b all stuffed ub.
Homer: Eww!
Bart: Hi Dad.
Homer: Hi, son! How ya -- [pats Bart's goop-slicked hair] Eww!
Lisa: Dad, look: I made fishsticks. They're burned on the outside but
they're frozen on the inside so it balances out.
Homer: Yeah...good.
Abe: [chasing SLH] That raccoon stole my lamb chop!
-- What more, indeed?, "The Last Temptation of Homer"
[Marge appears in her nightie, blowing her nose]
Marge: Hi Hober. Don't kiss be, I'b all stuffed ub.
Homer: Eww!
Bart: Hi Dad.
Homer: Hi, son! How ya -- [pats Bart's goop-slicked hair] Eww!
Lisa: Dad, look: I made fishsticks. They're burned on the outside but
they're frozen on the inside so it balances out.
Homer: Yeah...good.
Abe: [chasing SLH] That raccoon stole my lamb chop!
-- What more, indeed?, "The Last Temptation of Homer"
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