2.84sSorry, Grampa. It's just that for a second, it looked like Dad had melted.
2.37sWell, get used to it, 'cause I'm living here now.
1.93sI ain't going back to the retirement home...
2.5suntil they fish my bed out of that sinkhole.
2.92sStrained carrots for Maggie. Strained carrots for Grampa.
2.2sI want a bib too.
2.27sSmithers, who is that ignoramus?
2.49sSmithers, who is that lollygagger? Who is that blubber-pot?