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Homer: Snap out of it Marge! You've gotta come with me, the boss is going to make a toast.
Marge: Whoa, oh, I'm not much of a drinker. [collapses] Home...
Burns: Musicians, cease that infernal tootling! [they do] Smithe
[hands Burns a card] Burns: Thank you all. Smithe...
Now it's time to say goodbye. Please get off my property until next year.
I suggest you don't dawdle, the hounds will be released in ten minutes....
Homer: Quick Bart, give me a kiss. Bart: Kiss you?
But Dad, I'm your kid! -- "There's No Disgrace Like Home...
Burns: Ugh, I've never seen such an obvious attempt to curry my favor.
Smithers: Fabulous observation sir, just fabulous. -- "There's No Disgrace Like Home...
Marge: Homey! Get in the car! Lisa: This is where you belong!
Bart: Yeah Homer, room for one more! Marge+Lisa+Ba...
Rub-a-dub-dub, thanks for the grub. -- Bart says Grace, "There's No Disgrace Like Home
Homer: Dear Lord, thank You for this microwave bounty, even though we don't deserve it.
I mean... our kids are uncontrollable hellions!...
Homer: Sometimes I think we're the worst family in town.
Marge: Maybe we should move to a larger community. -- "There's No Disgrace Like Home...
D'oh! -- Homer, "There's No Disgrace Like Home

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