My primitive translation:

Marge: So, man, meet it by our ancestors. Mom, Dad - it's Henry Closter.
Judy: Welcome to Maskrat Farm, Henry.
Henry: Glad to meet you, Mrs. Verger. Nice to meet you, Mr. Verger, Marge told me about you is not often, but I'm very...
Margot: Miss.
Henry: Uh... Exeuse me?
Margot: It's okay. But I'm Miss Verger.
Henry: Heh heh, but you still forgive me, I'm confused...
Marge: What a problem?! This is our aunt Margo!
Montie: It's simple!
Margot: Ok. I aunt for them, but in fact their father... You understand?
Henry: Well... nope.
Judy: She is the aunt of my children, but I'm married to her... so clearly?
Henry: Nah, Mrs. Verger. I'm in a stupor.
Marge: She is a father to us, although exact - Mom №2, but it is our aunt...
Henry: And, well, I...
Montie: ...Paternal. But our father is not a father to us, he is asshole. Besides the dead.
Inarticulate discordant noise: Aunt to us a father and a mother too... But the real mother to us and has a mother, even though she is in common-law marriage to aunt... Aunt taking steroids, so grow a beard... But we still call her aunt sometimes, because she is father's sister, hell with him...


Henry is a very smart guy. But not always, he is a little bit slow learner sometimes.)) The fact that Verger's twins speak quickly and unklear don't make things easier.