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| null: | Family therapy? What the hell is this? |
| null: | You said we were going out for frosty chocolate milkshakes. |
| null: | Well, I lied. |
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| null: | Uh... Simpsons? Welcome. |
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| null: | So what brings you to family therapy? |
| null: | Well, Doc, it's like this. |
| | They're all driving me crazy. |
| null: | [interrupting] He's always blaming things on me. It's not my fault. |
| null: | [interrupting] There's always something wrong with me. I wish I |
| | was an orphan. |
| null: | Lisa! |
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| null: | Oh, boy! Mints! |
| null: | Go ahead. Take one. |
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| null: | We never laugh anymore, Doc. |
| null: | You can say that again. |
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| null: | [mouth full] When Homer's right, he's right. |
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| null: | For once the old man's correct-a-rooni. |
| null: | Shut up! |
| null: | I'm sensing some deep-seated hostility here. Why don't we all take a |
| | deep, cleansing breath. |
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| null: | Don't you think you've had enough mints, son? |
| null: | I ain't leavin' 'til that bowl's empty. |
| null: | Put those mints back, boy. |
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| null: | Ewwwww! |
| null: | Good Lord, you little slob! You ruined the whole bowl! |
| null: | Don't talk to my brother like that, you big oaf! |
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| null: | 'Oh! [rubbing his leg] Why you little borderline psychotic...! |
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| null: | No one talks to my daughter like that! |
| null: | Oh, yeah? Now are you gonna bully me like you bully your kids? |
| null: | We don't like you, sir. |
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| null: | [trying to remain calm] Leave this office, please. |
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