(stuffing machine explodes; stuffing covers up Squeaky-Voiced Teen. Squeaky-Voiced Teen moans)
Marge: (sees Homer lying in bed) C'mon Homie. Your mother would've wanted you to stay in bed forever.
Homer: I'll tell you what she didn't want. Me to be a jerk to her, and then she dies! (starts crying)
Marge: (to Bart) Say something comforting.
Bart: (trying to think of something comforting to say) Uh...Dad? Whenever, I would hang out with Grandma, she would always ask me about you. And I say you'd suck. And she would say that you don't suck that bad.
Homer: She said I didn't suck?
Bart: That bad.
Homer: That bad...wow.
Bart: (quietly) Yeah.
Bart: Maggie's thing? She won't even remember it.
Marge: You never remember the nice things we do for you.
Bart: Like what?
Bart: That dump?
Bart: I wouldn't blow my nose on this! (takes off sweater and throws it in the trash)
Lisa: I want a poodle!
Marge: I'd stay away from poodles. They give the dog... ideas.