Chalkboard: "Bagman" is not a legitimate career choice

Couch: In a parody of the James Bond opening sequence, the living room is shown through the barrel of a gun. Homer walks in and shoots, causing the screen to bleed.

Marge: So in a few months, both of you will have a brand new brother or sister.
Bart: Been there, done that.
Lisa: I hope it's a girl.
Bart: You know nothing about genetics, Lis; it goes boy, girl, boy, girl.
Lisa: You're worried about telling Dad, aren't you, Mom?
Marge: Why do you say that?
Lisa: Well you've been in my room for about four hours now.
Marge: Hey, I'm just hanging.

Homer: Aw, I've never been so miserable in all my life. But I can't take it out on Marge and the kids … I've gotta carry the burden all by myself. (walks in) Hi, honey, how are you?
Marge: Well, actually…
Homer: Aw, I can't go on with this charade any longer! I hate my job, I hate my life, and ever since I found out about this baby there's been nothing but bad luck.
Marge: My contractions started an hour ago.
Homer: It's just in one ear and out the other with you, isn't it, Marge?