Bart: Who or what is Hugo?
Marge: Hmm. I'm afraid we haven't been entirely honest with you, Bart.
You see... you have a brother.
Lisa: So I have _two_ brothers?
Homer: Lisa, please. [pushes her aside]
-- "Treehouse of Horror VII"
Marge: Hmm. I'm afraid we haven't been entirely honest with you, Bart.
You see... you have a brother.
Lisa: So I have _two_ brothers?
Homer: Lisa, please. [pushes her aside]
-- "Treehouse of Horror VII"
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