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+ | :(''seeing Homer and Marge having sex)'' |
:'''Baby Bart''': Ay, caramba! |
:'''Baby Bart''': Ay, caramba! |
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| − | '''Baby [[Lisa]]''': |
+ | :'''Baby [[Lisa]]''': Bart! |
| + | :'''Toddler [[Bart]]''': What did you say? |
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+ | :'''Baby Lisa''': Bart? |
| + | :'''Bart''': Suffering succotash! You can talk! ''[runs downstairs]'' Mom! Dad! She can talk! Say it again, Lisa. |
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| − | '''Baby Lisa''': |
+ | :'''Baby Lisa''': Bart! Bart, Bart, Bart, Bart, Bart. |
| + | :'''Bart''': ''I'm'' her first word! |
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| + | :'''[[Marge]]''': Well, I'm not surprised. Lisa's crazy about you. She thinks you hung the moon. |
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| − | '''Bart''': "Suffering succatash! You can talk! ''[runs downstairs]'' Mom! Dad! She can talk! Say it again, Lis." |
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| + | :'''Bart''': Wow! ''[to Lisa]'' Lisa. Can you say 'Mommy'? |
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| − | '''Baby Lisa''': |
+ | :'''Baby Lisa''': Mommy. |
| + | :'''Bart''': Can you say 'David Hasslehoff'? |
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| + | :'''Baby Lisa''': Dabid Hasslehoff. ''[giggles]'' |
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| − | '''Bart''': "''I'm'' her first word!" |
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| + | :'''[[Homer]]''': Can you say 'Daddy'? |
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| + | :'''Baby Lisa''': Homer. |
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| − | '''[[Marge]]''': "Well, I'm not surprised. Lisa's crazy about you. She thinks you hung the moon." |
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| + | :'''Homer''': No, sweetie. 'Daddy'. |
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+ | :'''Baby Lisa''': ''[pause]'' Homer. |
| + | :'''Homer''': D'oh! |
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| − | '''Baby Lisa''': "Mommy." |
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| − | '''Bart''': "Can you say 'David Hasslehoff'?" |
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| − | '''Baby Lisa''': "Dabid Hasslehoff." ''[giggles]'' |
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| − | '''[[Homer]]''': "Can you say 'Daddy'?" |
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| − | '''Baby Lisa''': "Homer." |
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| − | '''Homer''': "No, sweetie. 'Daddy'." |
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| − | '''Baby Lisa''': ''[pause]'' "Homer." |
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| − | '''Homer''': "D'oh!" |
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| − | ''[While [[Bart]] and [[Lisa]] argue, [[Homer]] puts [[Maggie]] to bed.]'' |
+ | :''[While [[Bart]] and [[Lisa]] argue, [[Homer]] puts [[Maggie]] to bed.]'' |
| + | :'''Homer''': You know, Maggie. The sooner kids learn to talk, the sooner they talk back. ''[puts Maggie in her crib]'' I hope you never say a word. |
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+ | :''[Homer leaves the room, closing the door behind him. Maggie takes her pacifier out of her mouth.]'' |
| + | :'''Maggie''': Daddy. |
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| − | ''[Homer leaves the room, closing the door behind him. Maggie takes her pacifier out of her mouth.]'' |
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| − | '''Maggie''': "Daddy." |
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| − | '''Marge''': Maggie, can you say ba-ba? Can you say mama? |
+ | :'''Marge''': Maggie, can you say, "ba-ba"? Can you say, "mama"? |
| + | :'''Bart''': Can you say, "Get bent"? |
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+ | :'''Marge''': Bart! |
| + | :'''Bart''': Mister Rogers says it all the time! |
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| − | '''Marge''': |
+ | :'''Marge''': He does ''not!'' |
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| − | '''Bart''': Mister Rogers says it all the time! |
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| − | '''Marge''': He does not. |
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| − | '''Homer''': Maggie, can you say daddy? Daddy? |
+ | :'''Homer''': Maggie, can you say daddy? Daddy? |
| + | :'''Marge''': Kitty. Kitty. |
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+ | :'''Lisa''': Be-bop. Be-bop. |
| + | :'''Bart''': Shove it. Shove it. |
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| − | '''Lisa''': Be-bop. Be-bop. |
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| − | '''Bart''': Shove it. Shove it. |
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| − | '''Marge''': According to Fretful Mother Magazine, if Maggie doesn't talk at age 1, we should consider a |
+ | :'''Marge''': According to Fretful Mother Magazine, if Maggie doesn't talk at age 1, we should consider a erective tog extender. |
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| − | '''Bart''': Homer! |
+ | :'''Bart''': Homer! |
| + | :'''Homer''': ''(chuckles)'' Homer's what grownups call me. Call me daddy. |
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| + | :'''Bart''': Homer. |
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| − | '''Homer''': Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh. Homer's what grownups call me. Call me daddy. |
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| + | :'''Homer''': Daddy. |
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| − | '''Bart''': Homer. |
+ | :'''Bart''': Homer. |
| + | :'''Homer''': [becoming increasingly irate] Daddy. |
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+ | :'''Bart''': Da...da...da... |
| + | :'''Homer''': Yes? |
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| − | '''Bart''': |
+ | :'''Bart''': D'omer! ''(laughs)'' |
| + | :'''Homer''': Why, you little...! [chokes Bart] |
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| − | '''Homer''': [becoming increasingly irate] Daddy. |
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| − | '''Bart''': Da...da...da... |
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| − | '''Homer''': Yes? |
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| − | '''Bart''': D'omer! Hah, hah, hah... |
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| − | '''Homer''': Why you little...[chokes Bart] |
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| + | :''(When Homer, Marge and Bart move into their new home)'' |
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| − | '''Marge''' [telling Bart a bedtime story]: Then the prince and the princess...[yawn] got married and lived happily ever after. |
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| + | :'''Bart''': Hey, Homer, this house sucks! |
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| + | :'''Homer''': Bart, I told you not to use that word! Call me Daddy. |
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| − | '''Bart''': Then what happened? |
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| + | :'''Bart''': Homer! ''(blows raspberry at him)'' |
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| + | : '''Homer''': Bart! ''(begins strangling him)'' |
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| − | '''Marge''': Uh...they had 30 sons and thirty daughters. |
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| − | '''Bart''': What were their names? |
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| − | '''Marge''': Hmm...Dennis...Brad...Mavis...Brad...[falls asleep] |
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| + | :'''Marge''': [telling Bart a bedtime story] Then the prince and the princess...[yawn] got married and lived happily ever after. |
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| − | '''Homer''': Got your nose! Heh heh heh. |
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| + | :'''Bart''': Then what happened? |
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+ | :'''Marge''': Uh...they had 30 sons and thirty daughters. |
| + | :'''Bart''': What were their names? |
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| + | :'''Marge''': Hmm...Dennis...Brad...Mavis...Brad...[falls asleep] |
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| + | :'''Homer''': Got your nose! Heh heh heh. |
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| − | '''Marge''': There's going to be twice as much love in this house as there is now! |
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| + | :'''Bart''': Got your wallet! [flushes it down toilet] |
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| − | '''Homer''': We're going to start doing it in the morning?! |
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| − | '''Marge''': |
+ | :'''Marge''': There's going to be twice as much love in this house as there is now! |
| + | :'''Homer''': We're going to start doing it in the morning? |
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| − | '''Homer''': No, we won't. I've got it all figured out. The baby can have Bart's crib and Bart'll sleep with us until he's 21. |
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| − | '''Marge''': Won't that warp him? |
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| − | '''Homer''': My cousin Frank did it. |
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| − | '''Marge''': You don't have a cousin Frank. |
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| − | '''Homer''': He became Francine back in '76. Then he joined that cult. I think his name is Mother Shabubu now. |
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| + | :'''Marge''': I'm afraid we're going to need a bigger house. |
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| − | '''Selma''': Hey Bart, want a dollar? Uh uh uh, you know what I wanna hear. |
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| + | :'''Homer''': No, we won't. I've got it all figured out. The baby can have Bart's crib and Bart'll sleep with us until he's 21. |
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| + | :'''Marge''': Won't that warp him? |
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| − | '''Bart''' [singing]: I'm a little teapot short and stout, this is my handle this is my spout. The incy wincy spider went up the water spout... |
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| + | :'''Homer''': My cousin Frank did it. |
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+ | :'''Marge''': You don't have a cousin Frank. |
| + | :'''Homer''': He became Francine back in '76. Then he joined that cult. I think his name is Mother Shabubu now. |
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+ | :'''Patty''': Hey Bart, want a dollar? Uh uh uh, you know what I wanna hear. |
| + | :'''Bart''' [singing]: I'm a little teapot short and stout, this is my handle this is my spout. The incy wincy spider went up the water spout... |
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| + | :'''Patty''': Oh yeah! |
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| − | '''Real Estate Agent''': Actually, according to the will, the cats own the house. You'd be their tenants! |
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| + | :'''Selma:''' Love that spout medley. |
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+ | :'''Homer''': Once we get the cats out of the way, it won't be too bad. |
| + | :'''Real Estate Agent''': Actually, according to the will, the cats own the house. You'd be their tenants! |
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| − | '''Bart''': I could've trained them to be my unholy army of the night. Go, my pretties! Kill! Kill! |
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| − | '''Real Estate Agent''': This is a good neighborhood. |
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| − | '''Marge''': What is that smell? |
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| − | ''[Marge opens up window to see a factory]'' |
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| − | '''Sign''': LARD RENDERING FACTORY |
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| − | '''Homer''': Mmmm...melted hog fat. |
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| − | ''[Cut to factory]'' |
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| − | '''Factory worker: '''What is that smell? |
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| − | ''[Factory workers look to see Homer on a tour of the factory]'' |
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+ | :'''Lisa''': I wish we lived in the kitty house. |
| + | :'''Bart''': I could've trained them to be my unholy army of the night. Go, my pretties! Kill! Kill! |
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| − | '''Grampa''': Why did you come to me? I don't know nothin'. I used to get by on my looks. Now they're gone... withered away like an old piece of fruit. (Sobs) |
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| − | '''Homer''': Are you done? |
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| − | '''Grampa''': No, not yet! I was voted the handsomest boy in Albany, New York! |
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| − | '''Homer''': Dad, I don't need advice! I need $15,000 to buy a home! |
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| − | '''Grampa''': Oh, well. All I own is this house, that I built with my own two hands! |
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| − | '''Homer''': You didn't build this house! You won it on a crooked 50's game show! |
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| − | '''Grampa''': I ratted on everybody and got off scot-free! |
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| + | :'''Real Estate Agent''': Here we have beautiful hard wood floor, track lighting. |
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| − | '''Grampa''': All right, son, I'll sell this dump and write you a check. |
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| + | :'''Marge''': What's that stench? |
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| + | :''[Marge opens up window to see a factory]'' |
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| − | '''Homer''': Dad, first you gave me life, now you've given me a home for my family, I'd be honored if you came to live with us. |
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| + | :'''Sign''': Rendering Plant |
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| + | :'''Real Estate Agent''': Once you get used to the smell of melted hog fat, you'll wonder how you ever did without it |
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| − | '''Grampa''': Thank you! |
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| + | :'''Homer''': Mmmm...hog fat. |
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| + | :'''Marge''': Let's keep looking. |
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| − | '''Bart''': [in the present] So how long before you shipped Grampa off to the old-folks home? |
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| + | :''[Cut to factory]'' |
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| + | :'''Factory worker: '''Ooh, do you smell that? |
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| − | '''Homer''': About three weeks. |
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| + | :''[Homer goes to the rendering plant to see the hog fat]'' |
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| − | [everyone laughs] |
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+ | :'''Homer''': Dad, I have a problem. |
| + | :'''Grampa''': Why did you come to me? I really don't know nothin'. I used to get by on my looks. Now they're gone... withered away like an old piece of fruit. (sobs) |
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| − | '''Homer''': |
+ | :'''Homer''': Are you done? |
| + | :'''Grampa''': No, not yet! I was voted the handsomest boy in Albany, New York! |
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| + | :'''Homer''': Dad, I don't need advice! I want $15,000 to buy a home! |
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| − | '''Lisa''': My first words! |
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| + | :'''Grampa''': Oh, well. All I own is this house, that I built with my own two hands! |
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| + | :'''Homer''': You didn't build this house! You won it on a crooked 50's game show! |
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| − | '''Homer''': Nah, you don't want to hear that story. I know. I'll tell you about the time I got locked in the bank vault with Mr. Mooney. It was another one of my harebrained schemes. |
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| + | :'''Grampa''': I ratted on everybody and got off scot-free! |
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| − | '''Lisa''': Dad! |
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| − | '''Homer''': Wait a minute. That was "The Lucy Show." |
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| + | :'''Grampa''': All right, son, I'll sell this dump and write you a check. |
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| − | '''Homer''': Okay, where were we? |
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| + | :'''Homer''': Dad, first you gave me life, now you've given me a home for my family, I'd be honored if you came to live with us. |
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| + | :'''Grampa''': Thank you! |
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| − | '''Bart''': Mom was preggers and Dad threw all our money down a sink hole. |
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| + | :'''Bart''': [in the present] So how long before you shipped Grampa off to the old-folks home? |
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| + | :'''Homer''': About three weeks. |
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| + | :''[everyone laughs]'' |
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+ | :'''Lisa''': When do we get to my first word? |
| + | :'''Homer''': Your what? |
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+ | :'''Lisa''': My first word! |
| + | :'''Homer''': Nah, you don't want to hear that story. I know. I'll tell you about the time I got locked in the bank vault with Mr. Mooney. It was another one of my harebrained schemes. |
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+ | :'''Lisa''': Dad! |
| + | :'''Homer''': Wait a minute. That was "The Lucy Show." |
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| − | '''Homer''': What? |
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| − | Ned: Uh, I just this minute bought it at the hardware... |
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| − | '''Homer''': You said "anything". |
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| − | '''Ned''': Heh, sure, you can borrow it for...a little while. |
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| − | '''Homer''': [in the present] And that little while is now 8 years and counting. Heh, heh, heh. |
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| + | :'''Homer''': Okay, where were we? |
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| − | '''Bart''' [during his "terrible two's" phase; he's banging pans and chanting while Marge is resting in her bedroom with a washcloth on her forehead]: I am so great! I am so great! Everybody loves me, I am so great! |
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| + | :'''Bart''': Mom was preggers and Dad threw all our money down a sink hole. |
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| − | '''Marge''': Honey, honey, honey, honey, honey. Could you please be quiet? |
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| − | '''Bart''': Quiet! Quiet! Quiet! Quiet! Quiet! Quie -- |
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| − | '''Marge''': Bart, get out! |
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| + | :'''Ned''': If you need anything just give a whistle. |
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| − | '''Homer''': It's not easy to juggle a pregnant wife and a troubled child, but somehow I managed to fit in eight hours of TV a day. |
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| + | :'''Homer''': I could use a Television tray. |
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| + | :'''Ned''': Well, gee... |
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| + | :'''Homer''': What? |
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| + | :'''Ned''': Uh, I just this minute bought it at the hardware... |
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| + | :'''Homer''': You said "anything". |
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| + | :'''Ned''': Heh, sure, you can borrow it for...a little while. |
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| + | :'''Homer''': [in the present] And that little while is now 8 years and counting. Heh, heh, heh. |
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| + | :'''Bart''' [during his "terrible two's" phase; he's banging pans and chanting while Marge is resting in her bedroom with a washcloth on her forehead]: I am so great! I am so great! Everyone loves me, I am so great! |
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| − | '''Bart''': Krusty funny! |
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| + | :'''Marge''': Honey, honey, honey, honey, honey. Will you please be quiet? |
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| + | :'''Bart''': Quiet! Biet! Fiet! Ziet! Diet! |
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| − | '''Homer''': Duh. |
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| + | :'''Marge''': Bart, get out! |
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| + | :'''Homer''': It's not easy to juggle a pregnant wife and a troubled child, but somehow I managed to fit in eight hours of TV a day. |
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| − | '''Bart''': Can't sleep, clown'll eat me. |
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| + | :'''Bart''': Krusty funny! |
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| − | '''Marge''': Homer, I think the baby is coming. |
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| + | :'''Homer''': Duh. |
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| − | '''Homer''': Wow. A baby and a free burger. Could this be the best day of my life? |
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| − | '''TV Announcer''': Next up, an hour-long episode of "Mama's Family." |
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| − | '''Homer''': Yes! |
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| + | :'''Bart''': I can't sleep, the clown'll eat me. |
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| − | '''Ned''': We'll take good care of your boy, Simpson. Enjoy the miracle of creation! |
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| − | '''Homer''': Shut up, Flanders. |
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| + | :'''Marge''': Homer, I think the baby is coming. |
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| − | '''Ned''': Supper time, boys! |
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| + | :'''Homer''': Wow. A baby and a free burger. Could this be the best day of my life? |
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| + | :'''TV Announcer''': Next up, an hour-long episode of "Mama's Family." |
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| − | '''Todd''': Oh boy: liver! |
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| + | :'''Homer''': Yes! |
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| − | '''Rod''': Iron helps us play. |
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+ | :'''Ned''': We'll take very good care of your boy, Simpson. Enjoy the miracle of creation! |
| + | :'''Homer''': Shut up, Flanders. |
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| − | '''Homer''': Well, Bart can kiss my hairy yellow butt. |
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| + | :'''Ned''': Supper time, boys! |
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| − | '''Marge''': I saved this newspaper from the day Lisa was born. |
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| + | :'''Todd''': Oh boy: liver! |
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+ | :'''Rod''': Iron helps us play. |
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| − | '''Bart''': "Where's the beef?" What the hell that's supposed to mean? |
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| − | '''Homer''': [laughs] "Where's the beef"...No wonder he won Minnesota. |
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| + | :'''Marge''' [about Bart after Lisa's born]: According to this magazine, Bart might be jealous of her. |
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| − | '''Patty''': The older they get, the cuter they ain't. |
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| + | :'''Homer''': Well, Bart can kiss my hairy yellow butt. |
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| + | :'''Marge''': I saved this newspaper from the day Lisa was born. |
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| − | '''Dr. Hibbert''' [at Lisa's checkup]: [laughs] She has the relexes of a young Mary Lou Retton. Have a wowwipop. [gives Lisa one] |
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| + | :''Marge presents newspaper which is showcasing the 1984 presidential election'' |
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| + | :'''Lisa''': {dictating headline} "Mondale to Hart: Where's the beef?" |
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| − | '''Bart''': Can I have a lollipop? |
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| + | :'''Bart''': "Where's the beef?" What the hell that's supposed to mean? |
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| + | :'''Homer''': [laughs] "Where's the beef"...No wonder why he won Minnesota. |
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| − | '''Dr. Hibbert''': Oh Bart, I'm afraid that was the last one. But I've got something even better for you: a rubella inoculation! [holds up a giant needle] |
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| − | ''' |
+ | :'''Selma''': The older they get, the cuter they ain't. |
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| − | '''Marge''': I'm sorry, Bart, you're too little. |
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| − | '''Homer''': Here, Bart, you can hold my beer. [puts it on his head] |
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| + | :'''Dr. Hibbert''': [at Lisa's checkup] [laughs] She has the relexes of a young Mary Lou Retton. Have a wowwipop. [gives Lisa one] |
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| − | '''Krusty: '''YOU PEOPLE ARE PIGS! (''sobs angily)'' I am personally gonna spit in every fiftieth burger! |
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| + | :'''Bart''': Can I have a lollipop? |
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| + | :'''Dr. Hibbert''': Oh Bart, I'm afraid that was the last one. But I've got something even better for you: a rubella inoculation! [holds up a giant needle] |
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| + | :'''Bart''': I wanna hold the baby. I wanna hold the baby. |
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| + | :'''Marge''': I'm sorry, Bart, you're too little. |
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| + | :'''Homer''': Here, Bart, you can hold my beer. [puts it on his head] |
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- (seeing Homer and Marge having sex)
- Baby Bart: Ay, caramba!
- Baby Lisa: Bart!
- Toddler Bart: What did you say?
- Baby Lisa: Bart?
- Bart: Suffering succotash! You can talk! [runs downstairs] Mom! Dad! She can talk! Say it again, Lisa.
- Baby Lisa: Bart! Bart, Bart, Bart, Bart, Bart.
- Bart: I'm her first word!
- Marge: Well, I'm not surprised. Lisa's crazy about you. She thinks you hung the moon.
- Bart: Wow! [to Lisa] Lisa. Can you say 'Mommy'?
- Baby Lisa: Mommy.
- Bart: Can you say 'David Hasslehoff'?
- Baby Lisa: Dabid Hasslehoff. [giggles]
- Homer: Can you say 'Daddy'?
- Baby Lisa: Homer.
- Homer: No, sweetie. 'Daddy'.
- Baby Lisa: [pause] Homer.
- Homer: D'oh!
- [While Bart and Lisa argue, Homer puts Maggie to bed.]
- Homer: You know, Maggie. The sooner kids learn to talk, the sooner they talk back. [puts Maggie in her crib] I hope you never say a word.
- [Homer leaves the room, closing the door behind him. Maggie takes her pacifier out of her mouth.]
- Maggie: Daddy.
- Marge: Maggie, can you say, "ba-ba"? Can you say, "mama"?
- Bart: Can you say, "Get bent"?
- Marge: Bart!
- Bart: Mister Rogers says it all the time!
- Marge: He does not!
- Homer: Maggie, can you say daddy? Daddy?
- Marge: Kitty. Kitty.
- Lisa: Be-bop. Be-bop.
- Bart: Shove it. Shove it.
- Marge: According to Fretful Mother Magazine, if Maggie doesn't talk at age 1, we should consider a erective tog extender.
- Bart: Homer!
- Homer: (chuckles) Homer's what grownups call me. Call me daddy.
- Bart: Homer.
- Homer: Daddy.
- Bart: Homer.
- Homer: [becoming increasingly irate] Daddy.
- Bart: Da...da...da...
- Homer: Yes?
- Bart: D'omer! (laughs)
- Homer: Why, you little...! [chokes Bart]
- (When Homer, Marge and Bart move into their new home)
- Bart: Hey, Homer, this house sucks!
- Homer: Bart, I told you not to use that word! Call me Daddy.
- Bart: Homer! (blows raspberry at him)
- Homer: Bart! (begins strangling him)
- Marge: [telling Bart a bedtime story] Then the prince and the princess...[yawn] got married and lived happily ever after.
- Bart: Then what happened?
- Marge: Uh...they had 30 sons and thirty daughters.
- Bart: What were their names?
- Marge: Hmm...Dennis...Brad...Mavis...Brad...[falls asleep]
- Homer: Got your nose! Heh heh heh.
- Bart: Got your wallet! [flushes it down toilet]
- Marge: There's going to be twice as much love in this house as there is now!
- Homer: We're going to start doing it in the morning?
- Marge: I'm afraid we're going to need a bigger house.
- Homer: No, we won't. I've got it all figured out. The baby can have Bart's crib and Bart'll sleep with us until he's 21.
- Marge: Won't that warp him?
- Homer: My cousin Frank did it.
- Marge: You don't have a cousin Frank.
- Homer: He became Francine back in '76. Then he joined that cult. I think his name is Mother Shabubu now.
- Patty: Hey Bart, want a dollar? Uh uh uh, you know what I wanna hear.
- Bart [singing]: I'm a little teapot short and stout, this is my handle this is my spout. The incy wincy spider went up the water spout...
- Patty: Oh yeah!
- Selma: Love that spout medley.
- Homer: Once we get the cats out of the way, it won't be too bad.
- Real Estate Agent: Actually, according to the will, the cats own the house. You'd be their tenants!
- Lisa: I wish we lived in the kitty house.
- Bart: I could've trained them to be my unholy army of the night. Go, my pretties! Kill! Kill!
- Real Estate Agent: Here we have beautiful hard wood floor, track lighting.
- Marge: What's that stench?
- [Marge opens up window to see a factory]
- Sign: Rendering Plant
- Real Estate Agent: Once you get used to the smell of melted hog fat, you'll wonder how you ever did without it
- Homer: Mmmm...hog fat.
- Marge: Let's keep looking.
- [Cut to factory]
- Factory worker: Ooh, do you smell that?
- [Homer goes to the rendering plant to see the hog fat]
- Homer: Dad, I have a problem.
- Grampa: Why did you come to me? I really don't know nothin'. I used to get by on my looks. Now they're gone... withered away like an old piece of fruit. (sobs)
- Homer: Are you done?
- Grampa: No, not yet! I was voted the handsomest boy in Albany, New York!
- Homer: Dad, I don't need advice! I want $15,000 to buy a home!
- Grampa: Oh, well. All I own is this house, that I built with my own two hands!
- Homer: You didn't build this house! You won it on a crooked 50's game show!
- Grampa: I ratted on everybody and got off scot-free!
- Grampa: All right, son, I'll sell this dump and write you a check.
- Homer: Dad, first you gave me life, now you've given me a home for my family, I'd be honored if you came to live with us.
- Grampa: Thank you!
- Bart: [in the present] So how long before you shipped Grampa off to the old-folks home?
- Homer: About three weeks.
- [everyone laughs]
- Lisa: When do we get to my first word?
- Homer: Your what?
- Lisa: My first word!
- Homer: Nah, you don't want to hear that story. I know. I'll tell you about the time I got locked in the bank vault with Mr. Mooney. It was another one of my harebrained schemes.
- Lisa: Dad!
- Homer: Wait a minute. That was "The Lucy Show."
- Homer: Okay, where were we?
- Bart: Mom was preggers and Dad threw all our money down a sink hole.
- Ned: If you need anything just give a whistle.
- Homer: I could use a Television tray.
- Ned: Well, gee...
- Homer: What?
- Ned: Uh, I just this minute bought it at the hardware...
- Homer: You said "anything".
- Ned: Heh, sure, you can borrow it for...a little while.
- Homer: [in the present] And that little while is now 8 years and counting. Heh, heh, heh.
- Bart [during his "terrible two's" phase; he's banging pans and chanting while Marge is resting in her bedroom with a washcloth on her forehead]: I am so great! I am so great! Everyone loves me, I am so great!
- Marge: Honey, honey, honey, honey, honey. Will you please be quiet?
- Bart: Quiet! Biet! Fiet! Ziet! Diet!
- Marge: Bart, get out!
- Homer: It's not easy to juggle a pregnant wife and a troubled child, but somehow I managed to fit in eight hours of TV a day.
- Bart: Krusty funny!
- Homer: Duh.
- Bart: I can't sleep, the clown'll eat me.
- Marge: Homer, I think the baby is coming.
- Homer: Wow. A baby and a free burger. Could this be the best day of my life?
- TV Announcer: Next up, an hour-long episode of "Mama's Family."
- Homer: Yes!
- Ned: We'll take very good care of your boy, Simpson. Enjoy the miracle of creation!
- Homer: Shut up, Flanders.
- Ned: Supper time, boys!
- Todd: Oh boy: liver!
- Rod: Iron helps us play.
- Marge [about Bart after Lisa's born]: According to this magazine, Bart might be jealous of her.
- Homer: Well, Bart can kiss my hairy yellow butt.
- Marge: I saved this newspaper from the day Lisa was born.
- Marge presents newspaper which is showcasing the 1984 presidential election
- Lisa: {dictating headline} "Mondale to Hart: Where's the beef?"
- Bart: "Where's the beef?" What the hell that's supposed to mean?
- Homer: [laughs] "Where's the beef"...No wonder why he won Minnesota.
- Selma: The older they get, the cuter they ain't.
- Dr. Hibbert: [at Lisa's checkup] [laughs] She has the relexes of a young Mary Lou Retton. Have a wowwipop. [gives Lisa one]
- Bart: Can I have a lollipop?
- Dr. Hibbert: Oh Bart, I'm afraid that was the last one. But I've got something even better for you: a rubella inoculation! [holds up a giant needle]
- Bart: I wanna hold the baby. I wanna hold the baby.
- Marge: I'm sorry, Bart, you're too little.
- Homer: Here, Bart, you can hold my beer. [puts it on his head]
- Krusty: YOU PEOPLE ARE PIGS! (sobs angrily) I am personally gonna spit in every fiftieth burger!
- Homer: Ooh, I like those odds!
- Evil Clown Bed: If you should die before you wake... (evil maniacal laugh)