Marge: Tomorrow night, it might be nice to go out for dinner.
Homer: Tomorrow night? Friday? Pork chop night? Marge! We haven't
missed pork chop night since the great pig scare in '87!
-- Marge suggests a change of pace, "One Fish, Two Fish,
Blowfish, Blue Fish"
Homer: Tomorrow night? Friday? Pork chop night? Marge! We haven't
missed pork chop night since the great pig scare in '87!
-- Marge suggests a change of pace, "One Fish, Two Fish,
Blowfish, Blue Fish"
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and ever shall be. -- Lisa muses on drab dinner fare... - Waiter: [fried shrimp for Lisa] Here you go... \\
[pork chop \'a la // Hawaiian] There you are.
\\ [a smaller serving of fried shrimp] For... - Marge: I found a way to stretch the food budget.
Fried chicken night will now be organ meat night.
Ham night will be Spam night. And pork chop... - Marge: Mm, there's that new sushi restaurant on Elm Street.
Bart: Sushi? Hey, maybe this is just one of those... - Bart: Why are we all dressed up?
Marge: [staring out the window waiting for Homer]
Because sometimes it's fun to dress up for dinner.
Lisa: Why are we using the good china? Marge: Because... - Oh, why did I have to start my diet on pork chop night?
Homer, setting out on his diet, "Brush with... - Four... three... two... one... Bing! We have meatloaf!
Homer watches dinner cook in the microwave, "One... - Homer: Is it done yet? Is it done yet?
Marge: Your meatloaf will be ready in eight seconds,
Homer. Homer: D'oh! Isn't there anything faster than...
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* Burns Denies Responsibility In Fish Flap \\
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[sees Snowball scratching up the couch] Bad cat!
[sees a fawn licking something] Bad fawn! [looks... - God: Thou hast forsaken My Church!
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