Lisa: Grampa! Why did you try to keep us from finding this out?
Abe: Well, it´s hard to explain this to a young person... The people of my generation are... you know...
Abe: That´s it!
Marge: I don´t know what the big deal is. I mean it didn't bother any of you that my father's French. You know, Bouvier.
Homer: So that´s why I love drinking so much!
Marge: I'm French, not you!
Homer: C´est la vie, baby!
(Eliza enters the stables, but gets scared by an owl and falls. Virgil appears)
Virgil: You look like you could use a little help.
Eliza: Actually, I'm here to help you! (points to the door) Follow me north to freedom!
Virgil: I don't think so.
Eliza: Why? Because I'm young and I'm a woman?
Virgil: No, because you're pointing south.
Eliza: (Embarrassed) He hehe Alright, right. Sorry, It's my first time.
Virgil: That's alright. It's my fourteenth
Lisa: (Sad after finding out there's no noble Simpson) Oh, You were right, dad. I should have quit while I was ahead instead of learning the horrible truth about our family and Virgil. (Abe looks at her sadness and decides to cheer her up)
Abe: Aw, don't cry, meat pie! Things worked out pretty well for Virgil in the end.
Lisa: What are you talking about? Is there something you know about Virgil that you haven't told us?
Abe: I'll take that secret to my grave or urn, or medical school dissecting table, or wherever you're dumping me!
Homer: Listen, Wrinkles, if you know something that'll cheer up my little girl, you'd better spill it, or I can make things very uncomfortable for you! (takes the heater temperature down three degrees) That enough?
Abe: Ah!! Okay, I'll talk! D-Day is June 6th! Repeat June 6th! Allied forces will land on the beaches of Normandy in the following order: Utah, Omaha, Gold, Juno! Are you writing this down, Fritz?