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• Hm. Friday night. Pork chops. From cradle to grave, etched in stone and God's library somewhere in heaven.
  .. -- Lisa muses on drab dinner fare, "One Fish, Two Fish, Blowfish, Blue Fish...
• Hm. Thursday. Meatloaf night. As it was, is now, and ever shall be.
  -- Lisa muses on drab dinner fare, "One Fish, Two Fish, Blowfish, Blue Fish...
• Waiter: [fried shrimp for Lisa] Here you go... \\ [pork chop \'a la // Hawaiian] There you are.
  .. \\ [a smaller serving of fried shrimp] For the baby....
• Marge: I found a way to stretch the food budget. Fried chicken night will now be organ meat night.
  Ham night will be Spam night. And pork chop night....
• Marge: Mm, there's that new sushi restaurant on Elm Street.
  .. Bart: Sushi? Hey, maybe this is just one of those things you hear on the playground, but isn't that raw fish?...
• Bart: Why are we all dressed up? Marge: [staring out the window waiting for Homer] Because sometimes it's fun to dress up for dinner.
  Lisa: Why are we using the good china? Marge: Because sometimes it's fun to use the good china....
• Oh, why did I have to start my diet on pork chop night?
  -- Homer, setting out on his diet, "Brush with Greatne...
• Four... three... two... one... Bing! We have meatloaf!
  -- Homer watches dinner cook in the microwave, "One Fish, Two Fish, Blowfish, Blue Fish...
• Homer: Is it done yet? Is it done yet? Marge: Your meatloaf will be ready in eight seconds, Homer.
  Homer: D'oh! Isn't there anything faster than a microwave?...