Ahhhhhhhhhh!

Homer: Ahhhhhhhhhh!

Marge: Homer, wake up, wake up.

Homer: Huh? Oh, man.

Marge: Oh, my. Here, let me wipe off the drool.

Gee, Dad, you're really bad at this.

Bart: Gee, Dad, you're really bad at this.

Homer: I am not. It's just that I couldn't concentrate with that infernal racket.

Come to the one you love best.

Come to the one you love best.

Is not. Is too!

Lisa: So typical of Bart. All he thinks about is himself.

Bart: Hey, don't say stuff like that about me to Maggie. She's on my side anyway.

Lisa: Is not.

Bart: Is too.

Lisa: Is not.

Bart: Is too.

Lisa: Is not.

Bart: Is too!

Lisa, there's no room for crazy bebop in "My County 'Tis of Thee"!

Mr. Largo: Lisa! Lisa Simpson! Lisa, there's no room for crazy bebop in "My Country 'Tis of Thee"!

Lisa: But Mr. Largo, that's what my country's all about.

Mr. Largo: What?

Lisa: I'm wailing out for the homeless family living out of its car. The Iowa farmer whose land has been taken away by unfeeling bureaucrats. The West Virginia coal miner, coughing up--

Mr. Largo: Well, that's all fine and good, but Lisa, none of those unpleasant people are going to be at the recital next week.