Homer: Sorry, Marge. Pinchy got all dirty in the yard chasing birds, but don't worry. I put him in a nice hot bath.
Bart: Hey, what smells so good?
Homer: Yeah- Pinchy? Pinchy?! PINCHY!!!!!!! (runs out of the room anxiously)
(The Simpsons are at the dinner table. Homer is crying wile eating the cooked Pinchy)
Homer: Man that's good. (sobs) Pass the butter. (wails)
Bart: (hands him the butter) Are you going to eat that all by yourself?
Homer: Yea. Pinchy would have wanted it this way. My dear sweet Pinchy! (pats Pinchy) No more pain where you are now, boy. (he tears Pinchy in half and drinks the meat out of him) Oh God, that's tasty. I wish Pinchy were here to enjoy this. (continues crying) Oh, Pinchy.
(As Bart and Lisa approach the boys' room)
Lisa: Hey, I can't go in there!
Bart: Relax, there's nothing here you didn't see when Dad boycotted pants.
Ralph: Hi, Lisa! Hi, Principal Skinner! Hi, Super Nintendo Chalmers!
Ralph: (while using the computer) I'm learnding!
Bart: Oh, I'm starving! Mom, can we go Catholic, so we can get communion wafers and booze?
Marge: No, no one's going Catholic! Three children is enough, thank you.
Lisa: (sneezes, moans and blows her nose)
Marge: Mmmm, how you feeling, sweetie?
Lisa: (nasally) Much better. (sneezes loudly)
Marge: Oh, my, you're burning up. I'm going to tell the school you're staying home. (picks up the phone)
Lisa: (pressing down on the receiver) I'm afraid I can't allow that.
Marge: Lisa! (dials again)
Lisa: Mom, no, wait, we can make a deal.
Marge: You don't have anything I want.
Mrs. Krabappel: Now who can tell me the atomic weight of "balonium"?
Martin: Ooh! Delicious?
Mrs. Krabappel: Correct. I would have also accepted "Snack-tacular."
Ralph: I got a "B"!
Miss Hoover: No, Ralph. That's an "F." I must have spilled some Kahlua.