- Lisa Simpson: Hey, mister cat, what are you playing with? A secret door? We don't have smoke alarms, but we have this?
- Homer Simpson: Smoke is its own alarm!
- Snowball V: You really did it this time, Homer. You lost your family.
- Homer: Wait, you can speak on this side?
- Snowball V: Yes, I just don't like to. Makes the dog feel inferior.
- [Attempting to slice a hotdog, Homer accidentally cuts off his own finger]
- Homer: Aah! My finger!
- [Notices that Santa's Little Helper has got the hotdog]
- Homer: My hotdog!
- [Wraps his hand in a towel and notices that his severed finger has landed on the barbecue and started to cook]
- Homer: My finger! My poor...
- [drools]
- Homer: ... delicious finger.
- [Sniffs]
- Homer: Wait a minute. I can't eat my own finger. It's unholy. Also, it's not quite done. But sometimes a man has to do the unthinkable, like eat something medium rare!
- [Picks the finger off the barbecue and takes a bite out of it]
- Homer: Oh!
- [His eyes widen and display a vision of fireworks going off, followed by a choir of fingers with angel wings]
- Finger choir: [singing, to the tune of the Hallelujah Chorus] Hey, you ate you! You tasted great, you! Hey, you ate you! Hey, you ate you! You cooked and ate you!