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| Enclosed in {curly braces} are sections cut for syndication. | |||
| The Simpsons dining room. Five table settings (one at each end, three | |||
| along the side). A painting of a snow-covered mountain is on the wall. | |||
| Marge comes in, carrying a steaming bowl of purple gelatinous glop. | |||
| (High-amplitude, low-frequency oscillations.) Marge calls with a | |||
| smile... | |||
| Marge: | Dinner! | ||
| No response. Marge gradually loses her smile. | |||
| Marge: | Hot meal! Come and get it. | ||
| Another try. | |||
| Marge: | Hearty and nutritious! Right here! | ||
| She tosses the bowl off its tray onto the table. The purple goo compresses, | |||
| and when it springs back into shape, five globlets peel off, one landing in | |||
| each bowl on the table. | |||
| Still nobody comes. | |||
| Marge: | Anyone who doesn't get his or her butt in here pronto will go | ||
| without dessert! | |||
| Homer, Lisa, Bart, and Maggie dash in, take their seats, grab a fork | |||
| (except for Maggie who uses her hand) and take a mouthful of purple | |||
| glop. | |||
| The family munch noisily away. The picture on the wall is of a volcano | |||
| beginning to erupt purple lava. | |||
| Marge: | Hold it everybody, we forgot to say grace. | ||
| Homer: | Say, that's right! | ||
| Marge: | This family could use a little reverence around here. | ||
| The family put down their utensils. Maggie replaces her pacifier. | |||
| They bow their heads in prayer. (Except for Maggie, who keeps her | |||
| eyes open and looks around.) | |||
| Homer: | Good drink... good meat... good God, let's eat! | ||
| And with that, Homer, Lisa and Bart raise high their forks and dig | |||
| heartily into the purple glop. (Maggie removes her pacifier and | |||
| resumes eating with her hand.) | |||
| The picture on the wall is of a volcano erupting full force. | |||
| The pan of purple glop is nearly empty. | |||
| Homer, Lisa, and Bart raise their spoons and slurp loudly. | |||
| Maggie slurps through a straw. Marge frowns and casts a | |||
| glance at the camera, as if to say, ``See what I mean?'' | |||
| Marge: | Hold on, all of you. There's no need to slurp your soup so loudly. | ||
| Homer waves his spoon, thereby shaking off some purple soup that | |||
| was in it at the time. There are also two purple stains on his | |||
| shirt. | |||
| Homer: | She's right, you little slobs. | ||
| Marge: | Let's try a little dignity around here. | ||
| I don't want to hear any slurping. | |||
| Lisa: | [bored] Right, Mom. | ||
| Bart: | [bored] Okey-dokey, Mom. | ||
| Homer, Lisa and Bart take a spoonful of soup and swallow it loudly. | |||
| (Maggle swallows loudly from her straw.) Marge quietly fumes | |||
| and casts another furtive glance at the camera. | |||
| The picture is of a smoking crater. | |||
| Homer, Lisa, Bart, and Maggie are eating noisily, their mouths | |||
| overfull with purple glop. (So full they can't even close | |||
| their mouths.) Maggie is holding her pacifier in her left hand | |||
| and a knife in her right. | |||
| Marge: | You know, dinner shouldn't be eaten in silence. | ||
| Homer swallows. (Gulp.) | |||
| Marge: | This should be a time... for communication. | ||
| Homer: | That's a good idea, dear. Bart, turn on the TV. | ||
| Bart zips off stage right and pushes the TV set in front of the table, | |||
| so everyone can see. (The picture faces away from the camera.) The | |||
| dining room is bathed in the glow of a cathode ray tube. Bart returns | |||
| to his seat. Marge watches the news, stunned. | |||
| Bus plunge kills forty-three. | |||
| Freak roller coaster accident decapitates {a family of five. | |||
| And a sneak preview of today's exciting bikini beachwear. | |||
| But first this important message.} | |||
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