Chalkboard: I will not dissect things unless instructed
Couch: The Simpsons sit on the couch and get sprung into the ceiling, with only their legs and feet showing.
Homer: Hmm, cable's out. I think I'll have a beer. Hmm, not a drop in the house. What do you know.
Marge: Homer, I'm impressed! You're taking this quite well.
Homer: I'll kill you! I'll kill all of you!
Homer: Sorry, sorry. Don't worry, there's plenty I can do to keep myself occupied. Maybe I'll check out that axe collection. See you later.
Lisa: Mom, is dad going to kill us?
Marge: We're going to just have to wait and see.
Homer: It was a long trip, but we're almost there.
Marge: Homer, did you remember to lock the front door of the house?
Homer: Well, it's been two long trips, but we're finally almost there again.
Marge: When you locked the front door, did you remember to lock the back door?
Homer: D'oh! D'oh!
Lisa: Oh no! We left Grampa back at the gas station. (Homer does not respond and continues driving) What about Grampa?
(Homer is in the bar, where he sees the ghost of Moe appear in front of him)
Moe: So, what'll it be, Homer?
Homer: Moe! Give me a beer!
Moe: No. Not unless you kill your family.
Homer: Why should I kill my family??
Moe: Because, uh... They'd be much happier as ghosts.
Homer: You don't look so happy…
Moe: (sarcastically) Oh, I'm happy! I'm very happy! La, la, la, la, la, la, la… See? (grabs Homer by his shirt) Now waste your family, so I can give you a beer!
Family: One! Chorus line of people,
Dancing till they make us stop,
Groundskeeper Willie: Too!
Everyone: Many dancing people,
Covered with blood, gore and glop
Just one sniff of that fog
And you're inside out,
It's worse than that flesh-eating virus
You've read about.
Vital organs, they are what we're dressed in.
The family dog is eyeing Bart's intestine.