Marge: "Oh, Mona, please, just try to calm down, and tell us what happened."
Mona: "Well, you know my dog."
Marge: "Yes? the 1 you renamed Mr. Gritty?"
Mona: "Yeah, well this time he's really gone and done it."
Mona: "I took the turkey outta the oven, and he's lookin' at it like a pointer, and I thought: 'That's kinda cute', when all of a sudden, he lunged, attacked, ran out the back door with it and tore it to shreds, and now....I don't have a turkey."
Sherri/Terri: "Mr. Gritty is a bad dog."
Mona: "From now on, his new name is Mr. Get the Heck Outta Here."
Mona: "Oh, what am I gonna do? my niece and her husband are coming for dinner."
Marge: "Oh, you know something?"
Marge: "There's a place in Shelbyville that has pre-cooked turkeys, and I'm sure they're open for at least another half an hour."
Mona: "Oh, I can't make it to Shelbyville..........."
Principal Skinner: "Well you could if I took you there."