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See, Maggie? Those silver and blue guys are the Dallas Cowboys. They're Daddy's favorite team, and he wants them to lose by less than five and a half points. Understand?
Oh, Kogen's got Wolodarsky open way down field, and it's complete!... Ooooh, what a hit!
Oh yeah, he's out cold, Gil.
Oh, yes sir. Looks like they'll be feeding him Thanksgiving dinner through a tube.
Heh... heh. Hope they can fit a turkey in there!
Get on with it, Gil.
Homer, shouldn't you go pick up Grampa?
Just a few things... Swedish meatballs...
Mmm-hmmm, and my trout almondine.
You knew that I was cooking a turkey.
Which is fine!
More power to ya!
It's just that some people find your turkey a little dry.
Mmm-hmm, and if they want an option... they'll have it.
Hi, Patty. Hi, Selma.
Good to see ya. Well, gotta pick up my old man! 'Bye!
So insincere.
I don't know how she puts up with him.
And now, get set for our fabulous half-time show, featuring the well-groomed young go-getters of "Hurray for Everything!"
Oh, I love those kids! They've got such a great attitude!
Ladies and gentlemen... "Hurray for Everything" invites you to join them in a salute to the greatest hemisphere on earth... the Western hemisphere! The dancin'-est hemisphere of all!
Now, before we sit down to our delicious turkey puree, I have some happy news. The following people have relatives who wish they could be here today: Antonowski, Conroy, Falcone, Martin, Thorsen and Walsh.
Oh, and Mrs. Spencer... you, too.
Oh, I knew they wouldn't forget me!
Come on, Dad. Let's get outta here.
Slow down, boy. What's your hurry?
This place is depressing.
Hey, I live here!
Oh, well, I'm sure it's a blast once you get used to it. Let's go.
Mom! You made it! How are you!
I have laryngitis and it hurts to talk, so I'll just say one thing: You never do anything right.
We better get you some food.
And the Silverdome, now ablaze with flashbulbs, as "Hurray for Everything" leaves the field! Of course, a stadium's much too big for flash pictures to work, but nobody seems to care!
That's no way to lay a fire! Where's your kindling?
This thing's gonna be roaring any time now!
Even a caveman could start a fire.
Dinner! Dinner time, everybody! Dinner!
The hell with this.
Okay, Lisa, we're ready for your centerpiece!
Lisa! My goodness! That's very impressive!
Holy moly! That's the biggest... one of those I ever saw.
I always said she was gifted. Definitely from our side of the family. Right, Mom?
Leave me alone.
How long did that take you, honey?
I couldn't tell you how many hours. It was a labor of love. It's my homage to some American heroes who may not have fought in any wars, but who nevertheless...
Da da daah da da dah daaahhh...
Speaking of heroes, here's mine... Tom Turkey!
Yikes! What is that?
It's the centerpiece, Bart!
Well, it's taking up valuable real estate.
Hey, Bart, stop it!
Move it or lose it, toots!
Now, just wait a minute! I'm sure there's room for both.
Baaart! You're wrecking it! LET GO! I worked forever on this!
Hey! That got 'er goin'!
Bitchin'!
BAAARRTT!
You don't even care! You don't even care!
All right, Bart that's it! Go to your room NOW!
Okay. I'll take some white meat and stuffing to go... and, send up the pumpkin pie in about twenty minutes.
Yes, you do! I hope you're happy, Bart! You've RUINED THANKSGIVING!
I didn't ruin Thanksgiving! She did... Buncha jerks... I always get blamed for everything...
...And, Lord, we're especially thankful for nuclear power, the cleanest, safest energy source there is, except for solar, which is just a pipe dream. Anyway, we'd like to thank you for the occasional moments of peace and love our family's experienced... well, not today. You saw what happened. Oh, Lord, be honest. Are we the most pathetic family in the universe, or what?
Worst prayer yet.
Oh, why don't I go talk to her?
Don't worry, Marge'll fix everything.
Honey, your food is getting cold.
That's all right.
Lisa, I'm very sorry about what happened.
Mom, I poured my heart into that centerpiece! Things like that always happen in this family!
I've noticed that, too. Well, when you feel like coming down, we'll be there.
Bart, you can come down to dinner as soon as you're ready to apologize to your sister. And it's going to be a real apology in front of everybody, and you have to mean it.
Apologize! For what?! Clearing the table? Having a sense of humor? They think they can starve an apology out of me. Ha!
Uh-oh!... I mean, good!
Hey, what are you doing?! No! Drop that drumstick! Bad dog! Bad Santa's Little Helper. Come on... gimme that. Gimme that.
Okay, out you go!
Hey boy, come here! You're a good dog! Come on, we don't need them to get a Thanksgiving dinner!
Wow! Swan-ky!
Mmmm, delicious. Smithers, every year you outstrip yourself in succulence.
Thank you, sir. Oh, would you like some candied yams?
Here we are!
Oh, no! I couldn't eat another bite. Dispose of all this. I did, however, save room for your special pumpkin pie.
It's cooling on the windowsill, sir.
Mmmm. Stay here, boy.
Mr. Burns! This is Base Command!
...The intruder appears to be a young male, age nine to eleven.
Release the hounds!
I saw the best meals of my generation destroyed by the madness of my brother / My soul carved in slices by spikey-haired demons...
Don't worry, boy. We'll get some grub. Even if we have to pay for it.
Cool! The wrong side of the tracks.
Twelve bucks! Hey, I can bleed!
Hey, you gotta be eighteen to sell your blood. Let's see some I.D.
Here you go, doll face.
Hmmm... Okay, Homer, just relax.
At the risk of losing my voice, let me just say one more thing: I'm sorry I came.
When is that boy going to apologize?
He sure is stubborn.
Homer was never stubborn. He always folded instantly over anything. It was as if he had no will of his own. Isn't that true, Homer?
Yes, Dad.
Twelve bucks and a free cookie... what a country!

See, Maggie? Those silver and blue guys are the Dallas Cowboys. They're Daddy's favorite team, and he wants them to lose by less than five and a half points. Understand?

Oh, Kogen's got Wolodarsky open way down field, and it's complete!... Ooooh, what a hit!

Oh yeah, he's out cold, Gil.

Oh, yes sir. Looks like they'll be feeding him Thanksgiving dinner through a tube.

Heh... heh. Hope they can fit a turkey in there!

Get on with it, Gil.

Homer, shouldn't you go pick up Grampa?

Just a few things... Swedish meatballs...

Mmm-hmmm, and my trout almondine.

You knew that I was cooking a turkey.

Which is fine!

More power to ya!

It's just that some people find your turkey a little dry.

Mmm-hmm, and if they want an option... they'll have it.

Hi, Patty. Hi, Selma.

Good to see ya. Well, gotta pick up my old man! 'Bye!

So insincere.

I don't know how she puts up with him.

And now, get set for our fabulous half-time show, featuring the well-groomed young go-getters of "Hurray for Everything!"

Oh, I love those kids! They've got such a great attitude!

Ladies and gentlemen... "Hurray for Everything" invites you to join them in a salute to the greatest hemisphere on earth... the Western hemisphere! The dancin'-est hemisphere of all!

Now, before we sit down to our delicious turkey puree, I have some happy news. The following people have relatives who wish they could be here today: Antonowski, Conroy, Falcone, Martin, Thorsen and Walsh.

Oh, and Mrs. Spencer... you, too.

Oh, I knew they wouldn't forget me!

Come on, Dad. Let's get outta here.

Slow down, boy. What's your hurry?

This place is depressing.

Hey, I live here!

Oh, well, I'm sure it's a blast once you get used to it. Let's go.

Mom! You made it! How are you!

I have laryngitis and it hurts to talk, so I'll just say one thing: You never do anything right.

We better get you some food.

And the Silverdome, now ablaze with flashbulbs, as "Hurray for Everything" leaves the field! Of course, a stadium's much too big for flash pictures to work, but nobody seems to care!

That's no way to lay a fire! Where's your kindling?

This thing's gonna be roaring any time now!

Even a caveman could start a fire.

Dinner! Dinner time, everybody! Dinner!

The hell with this.

Okay, Lisa, we're ready for your centerpiece!

Lisa! My goodness! That's very impressive!

Holy moly! That's the biggest... one of those I ever saw.

I always said she was gifted. Definitely from our side of the family. Right, Mom?

Leave me alone.

How long did that take you, honey?

I couldn't tell you how many hours. It was a labor of love. It's my homage to some American heroes who may not have fought in any wars, but who nevertheless...

Da da daah da da dah daaahhh...

Speaking of heroes, here's mine... Tom Turkey!

Yikes! What is that?

It's the centerpiece, Bart!

Well, it's taking up valuable real estate.

Hey, Bart, stop it!

Move it or lose it, toots!

Now, just wait a minute! I'm sure there's room for both.

Baaart! You're wrecking it! LET GO! I worked forever on this!

Hey! That got 'er goin'!

Bitchin'!

BAAARRTT!

You don't even care! You don't even care!

All right, Bart that's it! Go to your room NOW!

Okay. I'll take some white meat and stuffing to go... and, send up the pumpkin pie in about twenty minutes.

Yes, you do! I hope you're happy, Bart! You've RUINED THANKSGIVING!

I didn't ruin Thanksgiving! She did... Buncha jerks... I always get blamed for everything...

...And, Lord, we're especially thankful for nuclear power, the cleanest, safest energy source there is, except for solar, which is just a pipe dream. Anyway, we'd like to thank you for the occasional moments of peace and love our family's experienced... well, not today. You saw what happened. Oh, Lord, be honest. Are we the most pathetic family in the universe, or what?

Worst prayer yet.

Oh, why don't I go talk to her?

Don't worry, Marge'll fix everything.

Honey, your food is getting cold.

That's all right.

Lisa, I'm very sorry about what happened.

Mom, I poured my heart into that centerpiece! Things like that always happen in this family!

I've noticed that, too. Well, when you feel like coming down, we'll be there.

Bart, you can come down to dinner as soon as you're ready to apologize to your sister. And it's going to be a real apology in front of everybody, and you have to mean it.

Apologize! For what?! Clearing the table? Having a sense of humor? They think they can starve an apology out of me. Ha!

Uh-oh!... I mean, good!

Hey, what are you doing?! No! Drop that drumstick! Bad dog! Bad Santa's Little Helper. Come on... gimme that. Gimme that.

Okay, out you go!

Hey boy, come here! You're a good dog! Come on, we don't need them to get a Thanksgiving dinner!

Wow! Swan-ky!

Mmmm, delicious. Smithers, every year you outstrip yourself in succulence.

Thank you, sir. Oh, would you like some candied yams?

Here we are!

Oh, no! I couldn't eat another bite. Dispose of all this. I did, however, save room for your special pumpkin pie.

It's cooling on the windowsill, sir.

Mmmm. Stay here, boy.

Mr. Burns! This is Base Command!

...The intruder appears to be a young male, age nine to eleven.

Release the hounds!

I saw the best meals of my generation destroyed by the madness of my brother / My soul carved in slices by spikey-haired demons...

Don't worry, boy. We'll get some grub. Even if we have to pay for it.

Cool! The wrong side of the tracks.

Twelve bucks! Hey, I can bleed!

Hey, you gotta be eighteen to sell your blood. Let's see some I.D.

Here you go, doll face.

Hmmm... Okay, Homer, just relax.

At the risk of losing my voice, let me just say one more thing: I'm sorry I came.

When is that boy going to apologize?

He sure is stubborn.

Homer was never stubborn. He always folded instantly over anything. It was as if he had no will of his own. Isn't that true, Homer?

Yes, Dad.

Twelve bucks and a free cookie... what a country!