Marge: All right, we'll give the dogs one more chance. As long as
the puppies don't do anything else wrong, they stay. Hmm. On
a completely unrelated topic, I'm having a very, very
important dinner party tonight.
Homer: Splendid! Who's coming?
Marge: Reverend Lovejoy, your old army drill sergeant, and the
regional director of the IRS.
[that night]
Lovejoy: Oh, just lovely, Marge. The whole town will hear what a
perfect evening this was -- how nothing at all went wrong.
Sergeant: Simpson! This evening has gone so flawlessly, I'm going to
forget that you were mistakenly let out of the army a month
early.
Auditor: And I'm so impressed by this problem-free evening that there's
no need for that audit.
Togther: A toast...to the Simpsons!
Sergeant: And to that delectable turkey...that's walking around the
table?!
Lovejoy: Dear Lord, it's a demon-bird!
[the turkey breaks open; two puppies wrestle inside]
[the guests retch into their napkins and leave]
Sergeant: Simpson! See you at reveille, 0500 tomorrow.
Auditor: See you at the IRS!
Lovejoy: See you in hell! [slams door, then pops head back in] From
heaven. [slams door]
-- The dinner goes horribly awry,
"Two Dozen & One Greyhounds"
