LISA: Can you help me get my
ball down from the roof, Dad?

HOMER: Sure thing, honey.

[GUN SHOT]

[BALL DEFLATES]

HOMER: You want me
to get the cat down?

LISA: No thanks!

HOMER: Pull!

[DISHES SHATTERING]

BART: Missed one, Dad.

HOMER: See you in
hell, dinner plate.

[DISH SHATTERS]

MARGE: Does anyone know where
all my dinner plates went?

BART: Um.

HOMER: Um, you probably
left them at work.

On another topic, guess who
was picked to host the next NRA

get together?

MARGE: Homer, I told
you this morning.

No guns at the dinner table!

HOMER: You said the
breakfast table.

MARGE: It's the same table!

HOMER: Listen, if it'll
make you feel any better,

I'll put the safety on.

[GUN SHOT]

Oops!

Guess it was already on.

[GUN SHOT]

Uh, I'd better just put it down.

[GUN SHOT]

LISA: No offense Mom,
but that was pretty cool.

MARGE: Homer, I think you'd
agree that I've put up

with a lot in this marriage.