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.