Marge: Bart, comb your hair. Homer, I don't think you should wear a
short-sleeved shirt with a tie.
Homer: But Sipowicz does it.
Marge: If Detective Sipowicz jumped off a cliff, would you do that too?
Homer: Ohh, wish I was Sipowicz.
Lisa: Do I have to go? That country club is a hotbed of exclusionist
snobs and status-seeking social climbers.
Marge: I've told you, I don't like you using the word "hotbed".
Please, Lisa, we so rarely get to do things like this. And
everybody, everybody _please_ be on your best behavior. Bart,
no grifting.
Bart: [puts a deck of cards in his sleeve] Aw, raspberries.
-- Raspa-raspa-raspberries,
"Scenes from the Class Struggle in Springfield"
short-sleeved shirt with a tie.
Homer: But Sipowicz does it.
Marge: If Detective Sipowicz jumped off a cliff, would you do that too?
Homer: Ohh, wish I was Sipowicz.
Lisa: Do I have to go? That country club is a hotbed of exclusionist
snobs and status-seeking social climbers.
Marge: I've told you, I don't like you using the word "hotbed".
Please, Lisa, we so rarely get to do things like this. And
everybody, everybody _please_ be on your best behavior. Bart,
no grifting.
Bart: [puts a deck of cards in his sleeve] Aw, raspberries.
-- Raspa-raspa-raspberries,
"Scenes from the Class Struggle in Springfield"
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