Thursday. Meat loaf night. As it was, is now, and ever shall be.

Lisa: Thursday. Meat loaf night. As it was, is now, and ever shall be.

Homer: What are you getting at?

Lisa: Well, you're always trying to teach me to be open-minded, try new things, live life to--

Homer: What are you talking about? Nobody's trying to teach you that. [to Bart] Shut up, boy.

Marge: Well, maybe Lisa's right. Tomorrow night it might be nice to go out for dinner.

Homer: Tomorrow night? Friday? Pork chop night? Marge! We haven't missed pork chop night since the great pig scare in '87!

Lisa: Friday night. Pork chops. From cradle to grave, etched in stone in God's library somewhere up in heaven--

Homer: OK, OK, OK, OK, where do you wanna go?

Lisa: Anywhere but hamburgers, pizza, or fried chicken.

Homer: Fine! We'll go to Mars!