Homer: This calls for a celebration. We’re all going to Hawaii!
Homer: [laughing] Gotcha! It’s April Fools’ for two more minutes.
Bart: Dad, it’s May 16.
Lisa: You were in that coma for seven weeks.
Marge: You lost five percent of your brain!
Homer: Me lose brain? Uh oh!
Homer: Why I laugh?
Now who’s laughing?
Patty, I want a baby.
Marge: Honey, did you have any luck?
Homer: No, but the rabbi gave me this.
Bart: What is it, Dad?
Homer: Son, they call it a “droodle.”
Now we play the waiting game.