Homer: Marge, since I'm not talking to Lisa, could you please ask her to pass me the syrup?
Marge: (sighs) Please pass your father the syrup, Lisa.
Lisa: Bart, tell Dad I'll only pass the syrup if it won't be used on any meat products…
Bart: You dunking your sausages in that syrup, Homeboy?
Homer: Marge, tell Bart I just want to drink a nice glass of syrup like I do every morning…
Marge: Tell him yourself; you're ignoring Lisa, not Bart.
Homer: Bart, thank your mother for pointing that out.
Marge: Homer, you're not, not talking to me; and secondly, I heard what you said.
Homer: Lisa, tell your mother to get off my case!
Bart: Uh, Dad? Lisa's the one you're not talking to.
Homer: Bart, go to your room!
Lisa: Why don't you just eat him, Dad?
Homer: I don't need any serving suggestions from YOU, you barbecue-wrecking, know-nothing know-it-all!
Lisa: THAT'S IT!!! (points to Homer) I can't live in a house with this prehistoric carnivore! I AM OUT OF HERE!!!
(Lisa leaves the room and slams the front door.)
Homer: (to Lisa, even though she left) That's it! Go to your room!
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