Homer: Marge? Since I'm not talking to Lisa, would you please ask her to pass me the syrup?
Marge: Dear, please pass your father the syrup, Lisa.
Lisa: Bart, tell Dad I will only pass the syrup if it won't be used on any meat product.
Bart: You dunkin' your sausages in that syrup homeboy?
Homer: Marge, tell Bart I just want to drink a nice glass of syrup like I do every morning.
Marge: Tell him yourself, you're ignoring Lisa, not Bart.
Homer: Bart, thank your mother for pointing that out.
Marge: Homer, you're not not-talking to me either and secondly I heard what you said.
Homer: Lisa, tell your mother to get off my case.
Bart: Uhhh, dad, Lisa's the one you're not talking to.
Homer: Bart, go to your room!!
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Homer: (trying to buy fireworks in a low-key way) Hi... um, let me have some of those porno magazines, large box of
condoms, a bottle of
Old Harper, a couple of those
panty shields, rope,
and someillegalfireworks, and one of those disposable
enemas. Eh, make it two.
(later, when Marge is going through Homer's purchase)
Marge: I don't know what you have planned for tonight, but count me out.