My story begins back in nineteen-dickity-two. We had to say ‘dickity’ cause the kaiser had stolen our word ‘twenty’. I chased that rascal to get it back, but gave up after dickity-six miles.— Grampa
Lisa: Dad, you have to put clorine in water everyday to keep it clean.
Homer: Clorine, eh? (cut to next day)
Ralph: Owww, my face is on fire!
Milhouse: (trying to avoid Bart) I think I left my glasses in your pool. I better go in and find them.
Bart: But you're wearing your glasses.
Milhouse: No, I'm not.