Chalkboard: None

Couch: Clear blue balloon versions of the family members float into the room, land on the couch, and pop.

Homer: …and Larry and I have so much in common, Marge, way more than you and me. If I could be stranded on an island with anyone, it would definitely be Larry.
Marge: I think we've heard enough about Larry Burns for one evening.
Homer: Why? It's not like anything interesting happened to anyone else today.
(Bart is examining a diamond)
(Lisa's arm is in a cast)
(Maggie is wearing a "Cutest Baby" contest sash)

Burns: You, foodbag - do you have a son?
Homer: Yes sir, I do.
Burns: And is he a constant disappointment? Does he bring home nitwits and make you talk to them?
Homer: Oh, all the time! Have you ever heard of this kid Milhouse? He's a little wiener who--
Burns: Fascinating. Goodnight.

Burns: Ahoy-hoy?
Homer: (speaking through a kazoo) Hello, Mr. Burns. This is the kidnapper. Do you miss your son?
Burns: Yes, I'm missing one son. Return it immediately!
Homer: If you really love Larry, prove it, and you can have him back today.
Burns: Oh, how much proof do you need? 5,000? 6,000? I swear, that's all I've got.
Homer: Don't you care about your son? This is more important than money.
Burns: More important than money? Who is this?
Homer: Uh...(panics, loses control of the phone) Just a second.

Homer: Can't they get a pole for that sign?
Bart: That's a hitchhiker, Homer.
Homer: Ooh! Let's pick him up!
Marge: No! What if he's crazy?
Homer: And what if he's not? Then we'd look like idiots.
Marge: We're not picking him up.
Homer: Oh, yes, we are.
Marge: There's not enough room.
Homer: Yes, there is…
(Time passes)
Marge: I just don't think it's a good idea.
Homer: And I think it's the best idea I've ever had. We're picking up the weirdo, and that's final.
(Pulls back from their driveway and heads back in the direction of the hitchhiker.)