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Family Therapy |
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- Bart: Family therapy? What the hell is this?
- Lisa: You said we're going out for frosty chocolate milkshakes!
- Homer: Well, I lied.
- Sherwood: Uh, Simpsons? Welcome. So what brings you to family therapy?
- Homer: Well doc, it's like this... they're all drivin' me crazy; I don't know what to do.
- Bart: Not my fault.
- Lisa: I wish I was an orphan.
- Homer: Lisa!
- Bart: Oh boy, mints!
- Sherwood: Go ahead, take one.
- (Bart starts eating mints)
- Homer: We never laugh anymore, doc.
- Lisa: You can say that again.
- Bart: (mouthful) When Homer's right, he's right.
- Lisa: For once, the old man's correctarooni.
- Homer: Shut up!
- Sherwood: I'm sensing some deep seated hostility here. Why don't we all take a deep cleansing breath?
- (Simpsons take deep breath)
- (Bart continues to eat mints)
- Sherwood: Don't you think you've had enough mints, son?
- Bart: (mouthful) I ain't leavin' till that bowl's empty.
- Homer: Put those mints back, boy.
- (Bart spits it out)
- Lisa: Eeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwww!
- Sherwood: Good lord, you little slob! You've ruined the whole bowl!
- Lisa: Don't talk to my brother like that, you big oaf!
- (Lisa kicks Sherwood in the shin)
- Sherwood: D'ohh! Why you little borderline psychotic...!
- Homer: No one talks to my daughter like that!
- Sherwood: Oh yeah? Now you're gonna bully me like you bully your kids?!
- Bart: We don't like you, sir.
- (Bart shoots Sherwood with a suction cup dart gun)
- (Lisa cuts off his tie and Marge gasps)
- Sherwood: (as he removes cup darts) Leave this office, please!
- (Sherwood slams door)
- (Simpsons went out and then they laugh)