(The Simpsons play Scrabble)
Bart: (bored) Come on, Mom!
Lisa: Yeah, Mom, hurry up!
Marge: All right! Mmm... how about... "he"? (places a "H" on the board to spell that word) Two points! (to Homer) Your turn, dear.
Homer: Hmm... how could anyone make a word out of these lousy letters? (the seven letters in Homer's rack spell out the word "oxidize") Oh, wait! Here's a good one. "Do".
(Homer places the "D" from his rack on the board to spell that word, and then Lisa places an "I" above the "D")
Lisa: "Id". Triple word score!
Homer: Hey, no abbreviations.
Lisa: Not I. D., Dad. "Id"! It's a word!
Bart: (still bored) As in, "This game is stup-id."
Homer: Hey, shut up, boy.
Lisa: Yeah, Bart. You're supposed to be developing verbal abilities for your big aptitude test tomorrow. (Bart glares at her)
Marge: We could look this "id" thing up in the dictionary.
Homer: We got one?
Marge: I think it's under the short leg of the couch.
(Homer picks up the dictionary from said location and hands it to Lisa)
Lisa: (reads aloud) "Id: Along with the ego and the superego, one of three components of the psyche."
Homer: (picking up a banana) Get outta here!
Bart: My turn. (looks at his rack) "Kwyjibo". (places the tiles on the board) K-W-Y-J-I-B-O. Twenty-two points, plus triple word score, plus fifty points for using all my letters. Game's over. I'm outta here.
(An angry Homer grabs Bart with his left hand, holding his banana in his right)
Homer: Wait a minute, you little cheater! You're not going anywhere until you tell me what a "kwyjibo" is.
Bart: "Kwyjibo." Uh...a big, dumb, balding, North American ape... with no chin.
Marge: And a short temper.
Homer: I'll show you a big, dumb, balding ape! (leaps for Bart, knocking over the table in the process)
Bart: (fleeing) Uh-oh! "Kwyjibo" on the loose!