Boy: Papa, I think I heard some rusting in the bushes!
Grandfather: I did, too. Better get the gun.
[The boy walks into another room.]
Lisa: Where's he going?
Homer: Probably to get the old man his pipe and slippers.
[The grandfather cocks and fires his gun, causing the Simpsons to scream. The Simpsons runs away and continues to scream]
[The Simpsons approach a house. Bart and Homer are unaware that it's theirs.]
Bart: Whoa, look at this place! What a dump!
Homer: It's worse than you think. [laughs] I just trampled this poor sap's flowerbed.
Marge: Homer, this is our house!
Barney: You got crummy little kids that nobody can control.
Homer: You can't talk that way about my kids...or at least two of them.
Barney: Why? You got two I haven't met?
Homer: Why you! [punches Barney] Here's five you haven't met!
Father: You better shut your big yap!
Mother: No, you shut up!
Father: No, you shut up!
Mother: No, you shut up!
Father: Oh, shut up!
Mother: You shut up!
Father: Shut up!
Mother: Shut up!
Son: Why don't you both shut up?!
Homer: The answer to life's problems aren't at the bottom of a bottle. They're on TV!
[Homer flaunts his $250 to the receptionist]
Bart: If you really wanna impress her, show her the big, empty space where our TV used to be.
Dr. Monroe: Hello, I'm Dr. Marvin Monroe. No doubt you'll recognize me from TV.
Lisa: We would if we had one.
Dr. Monroe: [to Homer] If you had been paying attention, perhaps you would have noticed that your family sees you as a rather stern authority figure, an ogre, if you will.
Marge: Now, doctor, that's not true.
Lisa: Ogre is such a strong word.
Bart: Right on, doc! Another successful diagnosis!
Homer: [preparing to strike Bart with a lamp] That does it!
[After Bart shocks Homer, Homer does so to him, and Bart then shocks Lisa.]
Marge: Bart, how could you shock your little sister?
Bart: My finger slipped. [gets shocked by Lisa]
Lisa: So did mine!
[Bart shocks Lisa again, and she retaliates.]
Marge: Bart, Lisa, stop that! [She electrocutes them both, and the five begin shocking each other as Dr. Monroe tries fruitlessly to intervene. Soon, the constant electrocutions cause rolling blackouts all over town.]
Smithers: Oh boy, someone's really gobbling up the juice, sir.
Mr. Burns: Excellent, excellent! Perhaps this energy conservation fad is as dead as the dodo.
Mr. Burns: This must be, uh, Brat.
Homer: Don't correct the man, Brat.
Dr. Monroe: You want to kill each other. That's good; that's healthy.