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
Homer: (drunken) Look, the thing about our family is that there's five of us. Marge, Bart, girl Bart, the one who doesn't talk, and that fat guy. How I loathe him!
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