Homer: Okay, okay, where do <you> want to go?
Lisa: Anywhere but hamburgers, pizza, or fried chicken!
Homer: Fine! We'll go to Mars!
-- Lisa muses on drab dinner fare, "One Fish, Two Fish,
Blowfish, Blue Fish"
Lisa: Anywhere but hamburgers, pizza, or fried chicken!
Homer: Fine! We'll go to Mars!
-- Lisa muses on drab dinner fare, "One Fish, Two Fish,
Blowfish, Blue Fish"
Related:
- Hm. Thursday. Meatloaf night. As it was, is now,
and ever shall be. -- Lisa muses on drab dinner fare... - Homer: What are you getting at?
Lisa: Well, you're always trying to teach me to be open-minded,
try new things, live life to the... Homer: What... - Hm. Friday night. Pork chops. From cradle to grave,
etched in stone and God's library somewhere in heaven... - Oh I want to be in that rumba
When the saints go over there!
Homer sings to Lisa's sax playing, "One Fish, ... - I've got a dried-out end piece with your name on it,
Lisa! -- Homer serves dinner, "One Fish, Two Fish... - Marge: Please, Homer, can't we try it? [going to a sushi bar]
Homer:
No. Lisa: Please, Dad, this argument humiliates us... - Four... three... two... one... Bing! We have meatloaf!
Homer watches dinner cook in the microwave, "One... - Marge: Tomorrow night, it might be nice to go out for dinner.
Homer: Tomorrow night? Friday? Pork chop night? ... - 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...
From the same category:
- Marge: I don't understand why we have to build a ray gun to aim at a
planet I never even heard of.
Homer: Don't blame me, *I* voted for Kodos. -- "Treehouse... - Marge: Maybe I should've a nice calligraphy class.
Wiggum: Oh, forget about it. That Mr. Takahashi's... - Patty: Homer, um...I'm speechless. You just saved our hides.
Homer: Please, on top of everything else, don't make... - Abe: And then, a knife flew at my head. And [points to Homer] you
were there,
and [points to Homer] <you> were there... Lisa:... - Burns: You should've seen the murderous glint in his eyes,
Smithers. And his breath reeked of beer and pretzeled...
