Marge: Our driveway's snowed in.

Bart,Lisa & Marge: Old Man Winter!

Grampa: That's right. I fill your driveways with ice and snow.

What are you gonna do about it?

Nothin'. That's what.

Homer: - Stop!

Bart,Lisa & Marge: Mr. Plow!

Homer: Get out, you lousy... season.

Grampa: All right. I'm going.

My head hurts.
I have to lie down for a while.

Bart,Lisa & Marge: Yayy!

Homer: Hello, I'm Mr. Plow.

Are you tired of having your hands
cut off by snowblowers...

and the inevitable heart attacks
that come with shoveling snow?

Lisa & Bart: Uh-huh.
Homer: - Then call Klondike 5-3226.

Homer: Call now and receive a free T-shirt.

Lisa: But I'm a real tightwad. Can I afford this remarkable system?

Homer: Absolutely. My prices are so low, you'll think I've suffered brain damage.

Bart:You are fully bonded and licensed by the city, aren't you, Mr. Plow?

Homer: Shut up, boy. Argh!