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Marge: Homer, I told you this morning, no guns at the dinner table!
Homer: You said the breakfast table.
Marge: It's the same table!
Marge: But I fell in love with Homer Simpson. I don't wanna snuggle with Max Power!
Homer: Nobody snuggles with Max Power - You strap yourself in and feel the G's!
Marge: Oh Lord...
Homer: And it doesn't stop in the bedroom! Oh no! I'm taking charge! Kids, there's three ways to do things! The right way, the wrong way, and the Max Power way!
Bart: Isn't that the wrong way??
Homer: Yeah, but faster!
Homer: (as town crier) Hear ye, hear ye! What's for breakfast?
Marge: Toast.
Homer: I can't understand thee, Marge.
Marge: (sighs) Ye olde toast.
Homer: Woo-hoo!
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