Red Forman: Without rules, we all might as well be up in a tree flinging our crap at each other.

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Red Forman: Here’s twenty bucks.
Restaurant Hostess: Okay we’ll have something in fifteen minutes.
Red Forman: You don’t want this place to burn down twice do you?
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Red Forman: I thought so. Well, it looks like it’s our lucky night.