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Oh, why do they have to put all of this crud in my newspaper.
[tosses sections aside] "World." "The Arts." "Religion....
Homer: Hey, who cut something out of my paper? [Homer stares suspiciously through the newspaper hole at his wife and children] Lisa
Not me. Bart: Not me. I'm more of a mail-tampere...
Homer: Yello? Oh, hi, Lenny. [Marge reacts with alarm] No, why would I need a ride this afternoon?
[Marge begins to vacuum next to Homer. He is forced to yell.] Where?...
Yeah, it's a lazy dog-dangling afternoon... -- Attica, Attica, Attica!
El Viaje Misterioso de Nuestro Home...
Well, I just fell like filling the house with the rich satisfying smell of tobacco.
-- Marge, our new spokeperson, "El Viaje Misterioso de Nuestro Home...
Homer: What's wrong with you? What are you trying to hide from me.
.. [Homer opens the door and sniffs] What's that smell?...
Homer: Well of course, everything looks bad if you remember it.
Now where are my chili boots? [finds them in the closet] Ah!...
Marge: Okay, we'll go to the chili cook-off, but I want you to promise that you won't have any beer.
Homer: [trying to pull his boots on] Okay, quit nagging me, I won't have any beer....
Lisa: I'm gonna go get some vegetarian chili before they get desperate and add meat.
Bart: I'm gonna go claim some valuables at the lost-and-found....
Marge: Oh, look at that adorable spice rack! Eight spices?
Some *must* be doubles. Ore-GAH-no? What the hell?...

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