Lisa the Vegetarian

Homer: Marge? Since I'm not talking to Lisa, would you please ask her to pass me the syrup?

Marge: Dear, please pass your father the syrup, Lisa.

Lisa: Bart, tell Dad I will only pass the syrup if it won't be used on any meat product.

Bart: You dunkin' your sausages in that syrup homeboy?

Homer: Marge, tell Bart I just want to drink a nice glass of syrup like I do every morning.

Marge: Tell him yourself, you're ignoring Lisa, not Bart.

Homer: Bart, thank your mother for pointing that out.

Marge: Homer, you're not not-talking to me and secondly I heard what you said.

Homer: Lisa, tell your mother to get off my case.

Bart: Uhhh, dad, Lisa's the one you're not talking to.

Homer: Bart, go to your room.

Lisa: Why don't you just eat him, Dad?

Homer: I don't need any serving suggestions from you! You barbeque-wrecking, know-nothing know-it-all!

Lisa: That's IT! I can't live in a house with this prehistoric carnivore. I am out of here!

[leaves and slams the door]

Homer: That's it! Go to your room!