Lisa: It's okay. Those snobs would have never made us members,
anyway.
[at the ball, a huge gala had been set up for OFF]
Evelyn: Well, I wonder where Marge could be? She's missing her
own initiation.
Susan: I hope she didn't take my attempt to destroy her too
seriously. [slurps her drink loudly]
Burns: Where's Homer? Oh, and to think I spent all afternoon
baking him this cake.
[a pink messy cake reading "Welcome Homer"]
Smithers: Mmm... [tastes the cake] Ugh!
Burns: I pickled the figs myself.
-- Looks deceive,
"Scenes from the Class Struggle in Springfield"
anyway.
[at the ball, a huge gala had been set up for OFF]
Evelyn: Well, I wonder where Marge could be? She's missing her
own initiation.
Susan: I hope she didn't take my attempt to destroy her too
seriously. [slurps her drink loudly]
Burns: Where's Homer? Oh, and to think I spent all afternoon
baking him this cake.
[a pink messy cake reading "Welcome Homer"]
Smithers: Mmm... [tastes the cake] Ugh!
Burns: I pickled the figs myself.
-- Looks deceive,
"Scenes from the Class Struggle in Springfield"
Related:
- Jacques: First, you must get to know your lane. Feel the slickness,
feel the slippery finish. Caresses it, experience it... - Evelyn: Well, I can't pump [the gas] myself. I'm calling AAA.
Marge: [stops her] I used to be a little overwhelmed... - Marge: Cheer up, Homie.
Homer: I just feel terrible about getting Mr.
Smithers fired. That job was all he had. Imagine... - Burns: Who is that lavatory linksman, Smithers?
Smithers:
Homer Simpson, sir. One of the fork and spoon operators... - Marge: 90% of the time, if the gas isn't pumping, this is your
problem.
[turns a switch at back which resets the pump] Evelyn... - Lisa: Dad?
Homer: Yes, honey?
Lisa: Um...Mom just baked a cake.
Homer: Ooh! [walks into kitchen] Huh? Marge: Homer... - Oh, this game could mean big things for me, Marge. If I beat
Mr.
Burns, I mean really wallop him bad, I'm sure to get... - Burns: The one who shot me was...[camera pans to Smithers]
Aah!
Aah! Waylon Smithers! Smithers: [pained] Noo! Wait... - Smithers: [chuckles] Perfect. When I give the signal,
you transfer the call to Mr. Burns. After she tears...
