Homer: I Can't Tell You How Sorry I Am, Dad. Grampa
Homer: I can't tell you how sorry I am, Dad.
Grampa: Is someone talking to me? I didn't hear anything.
Homer: Oh no! Dad's lost his hearing!
-- Grampa disowns Homer, "Old Money"
Marge: You know, <we'll> be old someday. Homer: Gasp!
My God, you're right, Marge! You kids wouldn't put me in a home like I did to my dad, would you?...
Grampa: Son, it's me! I floated up toward Heaven but got lost along the way.
Homer: [gasps] Dad, is that really you? Grampa...
Grampa: What's the matter, boy? Homer: Nothing. Grampa
You haven't said poo all night and usually I have to wrestle the bucket [of `Shakespeare's Fried Chicken'] out of your greasy mitts....
Homer: So... how about those rainbow suspenders, huh?
Bart: Dad...? Homer: Pretty cool way to keep your pants up, eh?...
Homer: Dad, how come you never gave me any encouragement?
Maybe I could have been something more than I am....
Homer: Dad! Abe: Son! Homer: I'm a screw-up. I burned down our house.
Abe: No, I'm a screw-up. _I_ burned down our house....
Grampa: Pull your chair closer, my son. Homer: What is it, Dad?
Grampa: Peeyoo! Not that close! Sheesh. Homer, that heart attack made me realize that I'm going to die someday....
Grampa: Oh son, I'm glad to see you! I went for the morning paper and I got lost!
And... Homer: No time for you, old man!...
Malloy: Homer, old chap, well done. If anyone was going to catch me, I'm glad it was you.
Homer: Actually, it wasn't me, it was my dad, Grampa....