[grumbling and mopping in the kitchen] Who left these muddy claw prints on my clean floor?
Sorry, Marge. Pinchy got all dirty in the yard chasing birds. But don't worry! I put him in a nice hot bath.
[sniffs the air] Hey, what smells so good?
Yeah... [with growing realization and horror] Pinchy? Pinchy?! Oh...! PINCHY!!!!!!
[Homer hurries away to the bathroom. Later, he is seen crying while eating Pinchy's cooked body at the dinner table]
Oh, man, that's good...! [sob] Pass the butter?
[passing it] Are you gonna eat that all by yourself?
Uh-huh. Pinchy would've wanted it this way. My dear, sweet Pinchy...! [takes a bite] No more pain where you are now, boy. [breaks the lobster's body in half and sucks out the meat] Oh God, that's tasty! I wish Pinchy were here to enjoy this! [sobs and takes more bites] Oh, Pinchy...!



