Glass of Milk: Go ahead. Swat me off the table.
Homer: No! I like you milk! I like milk!
Glass of Milk: C'mon swat me off!
Glass of Milk: You'll do it by the end of this conversation.
Homer: No I won't!
Glass of Milk: Yeah. You will.
Homer: If you haven't noticed we're about to be served breakfast! I don't want to rock the boat and ruin it!
Glass of Milk: You really think that plate is for you? Ha! You get served in a bowl on the floor, Cat. Not at a table.
Homer: That's not true! Today will be a special day! I just know it!
Glass of Milk: Why do you think today is so special that you'll be served on a plate... at the table?
Homer: Umm... It's my birthday!
Glass of Milk: No it's not.
Homer: How do you know? You don't know when my birthday is!
Glass of Milk: Neither do you.
Homer: Yes I do! Of course I do! Today it is!
Glass of Milk: Ok... what's today's date?
Homer: It's Feb...an...u...rarch...ber... four... one.....six...
Glass of Milk: Right. If you're not smart enough to know your own birthday- what makes you think you're smart enough to know if that plate is for you? You don't know anything cat! You're talking to a glass of milk for jeez sakes, dopey!
Homer: I know one thing! I'm swatting you off the table!
Glass of Milk: Success!