Marge: Homer!
Homer: What?!
Marge: Are you ready?
Homer: Just gotta put my shoes on!
[Homer is in his underwear, playing with slot-cars]
Marge: The only thing I asked you to do for this party was put on
clothes, and you didn't do it.
-- Knowing his limitations, "A Milhouse Divided"
Homer: What?!
Marge: Are you ready?
Homer: Just gotta put my shoes on!
[Homer is in his underwear, playing with slot-cars]
Marge: The only thing I asked you to do for this party was put on
clothes, and you didn't do it.
-- Knowing his limitations, "A Milhouse Divided"
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Bart: I borrowed your nail clipper.
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Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh. Listen, shut up for a second...
