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• Homer: Okay, okay, where do <you> want to go? Lisa
  Anywhere but hamburgers, pizza, or fried chicken!...
• Hm. Thursday. Meatloaf night. As it was, is now, and ever shall be.
  -- Lisa muses on drab dinner fare, "One Fish, Two Fish, Blowfish, Blue Fish...
• Hm. Friday night. Pork chops. From cradle to grave, etched in stone and God's library somewhere in heaven.
  .. -- Lisa muses on drab dinner fare, "One Fish, Two Fish, Blowfish, Blue Fish...
• Marge: Please, Homer, can't we try it? [going to a sushi bar] Home
  No. Lisa: Please, Dad, this argument humiliates us both....
• I've got a dried-out end piece with your name on it, Lisa!
  -- Homer serves dinner, "One Fish, Two Fish, Blowfish, Blue Fish...
• Homer: [spots his harmonica-playing cell-mate] That's sort of nice.
  What are you in for? Man: Atmosphere....
• Goodbye, Maggie. Stay as sweet as you are. Goodbye, Lisa.
  I know you'll make me proud. Goodbye, Bart. ... I like your sheets....
• Dr. H: You have twenty-four hours to live. Homer: Twenty-four hours!
  Dr. H: Well, twenty-two. I'm sorry I kept you waiting so long....
• Oh I want to be in that rumba When the saints go over there!
  -- Homer sings to Lisa's sax playing, "One Fish, Two Fish, Blowfish, Blue Fish...