Marge: Homer, didn't you get any milk? All I see is egg nog.
Homer: 'Tis the season, Marge! We only get thirty sweet noggy days.
Then the government takes it away again. [pours some on his
cereal]
Lisa: [chokes on her cereal] I think I'm having chest pains.
[Bart walks in, whistling]
Marge: Bart, get your suit on.
Bart: What for?
Marge: We're getting our Christmas picture taken.
Bart: Ehh, you lucked out, Marge, my man, 'cause I'm in a smiling mood
today.
Marge: [laughs] Well, good! So get ready, and before you know it, we'll
be at the Try-N-Save.
Bart: [pauses] Try-N-Save?
[steam appears to blow from his ears]
Marge: Ah, my teapots are ready.
-- When smiles turn to frowns, "Marge Be Not Proud"
