Marge, how much money do we have? -Ten dollars.

玛芝，我们还剩多少钱？- 10块。

Marge, look. Those idiots don't even know where we live.

玛吉，快来看啊！那帮蠢蛋连我们住哪儿都不知道。

And it's like you know. Marges hair and then like Homer's crazy beer belly.

还有玛姬的发型和霍默的啤酒肚。

Marge, um, let me be honest with you.

玛姬，嗯，让我跟你说实话。

Marge, haven't you finished that stupid letter yet?

玛吉，你还没写完那封愚蠢的信吗？

There was a mass walkout at 4: 30 p.m. today. Marge: You're kidding!

下午 4 点 30 分发生了大规模罢工。今天。玛吉：你在开玩笑！

Owls treating the place like a rest home, puddings exploding, half the lounge destroyed, Dudley's tail, Marge bobbing around on the ceiling and that flying Ford Anglia-OUT! OUT!

猫头鹰把这里当成了疗养所，布丁炸开了花，半个起居室被糟蹋得不成样子，达力长出了尾巴，玛姬在天花板上飘来飘去，还有那辆会飞的福特安格里亚车——出去！出去！

Neptune was already unsubstantial in the twilight, half god, half ghost, and his fountain plashed dreamily to the men and satyrs who idled together on its marge.

暮色中的海王星已经虚无缥缈，半神半幽灵，他的喷泉如梦似幻地洒向在它边缘闲逛的人类和色狼。

But so have I seen little Miriam and Martha, laughing-eyed elves, heedlessly gambol around their old sire; sporting with the circle of singed locks which grew on the marge of that burnt-out crater of his brain.

但是，我也看见了小小的米里亚姆和玛莎，这两个眼中笑意盈盈的精灵，漫不经心地绕着他们的老父亲嬉戏，拨弄着生在他那熄灭了的火山口似的脑边的那圈烧焦的卷发。