Sundays 8:00 PM on FOX  (Bart and Lisa bicker at the dinner
table.) Homer: Quiet, you kids! If I hear one more word, Bart
doesn't get to watch cartoons and Lisa doesn't get to go to
college. Bart and Lisa: (In unison) Dad! Homer: Not one word!
(Bart and Lisa trade insults via sign language and giggle at
each other.) Homer: I thought I said knock it off. Lisa: We
didn't say anything. Bart: Not one word. Homer: Well, no
"pantomomine" either.  (Homer attempts to contact his long lost
brother over the phone) Marge: Any luck, Homey? Homer: No, I
called all three Herbert Powells in Detroit. Nothing. Marge:
Hmm. Well, you wanna try that H. Powell? (Points in phonebook)
Homer: H.! Of course! That could stand for Herbert! It's a long
shot, but--(Dials the phone)  (Homer introduces his kids to
Herb.) Herb: So, Lisa, are you the little hell-raiser your
father told me about? Lisa: No, sir. I can assure I'm not. Bart:
(Proudly) I'm the little hell-raiser, sir. Marge: Would you like
to hold the baby, Herb? Herb: Oh, I'm af