Marge: I'm worried about the kids, Homey. Lisa's becoming very obsessive. This morning I caught her trying to dissect her own raincoat. Homer: [scoffs] I know. And this perpetual motion machine she made today is a joke! It just keeps going faster and faster. Marge: And Bart isn't doing very well either. He needs boundaries and structure. There's something about flying a kite at night that's so unwholesome. [looks out window] Bart: [creepy voice] Hello, Mother dear. Marge: [closing the curtains] That's it: we have to get them back to school. Homer: I'm with you, Marge. Lisa! Get in here. [Lisa walks in, chuckling nervously] In this house, we obey the laws of thermodynamics!
Homer: Guys are always patting my bald head for luck, pinching my belly to hear my girlish laugh. Marge: Hmm that doesn't sound like they like you at all. Homer: You know, I think you're right. First thing tomorrow morning I'm gonna punch Lenny in the back of the head.
