Hibbert: Er, that's the umbilical cord. It's a girl.
Homer: A girl! Oh, Marge, we have a wonderful baby girl. Not just a girl -- the most beautiful baby girl in the whole world.
Homer: Come on, Marge, show a little enthusiasm.
(They kiss; Maggie shapes her lips like a kiss, then grabs a pacifier and sucks it)
Announcer: We now return to "Knightboat: the Crime-Solving Boat".
Michael: Faster, Knightboat! We gotta catch those starfish poachers.
Knightboat: You don't have to yell, Michael, I'm all around you.
Michael: Oh, no! They're headed for land. We'll never catch them now.
Knightboat: Incorrect: look! A canal.
Homer: Go, Knightboat, go!
Bart: Oh, every week there's a canal.
Lisa: Or an inlet.
Bart: Or a fjord.
Homer: Quiet! I will not hear another word against the boat.
Marge: OK, TV off. It's family time.
Homer: Oh, but Marge! Knightboat, the crime-solving boat.
Marge: Homer, you promised. One night of family time a week. Besides, that backtalking boat sets a bad example.
Bart: Says you, woman.
Carl: Homer, you should see a doctor. I don't think a healthy man can make that kind of smell.
Homer: Ah, another perfect day in my perfect life with my perfect job.
Chief Wiggum: (driving by) Hey, just heard the news over the squawk box. That's nice work, Homer.
Homer: Thank you, thank you very much. It is nice work.
Apu: Oh, Mr. Simpson, I have just heard about the little bundle of joy. Congratulations, sir!
Homer: It's true, the bundle is little, but I'm not in it for the money.
Moe: Hey, Homer! Way to get Marge pregnant! Haha...
Homer: This is getting very abstract, but thank you, I do enjoy working at the bowling alley.
(Homer enters the house)
Homer: Hey, wait a second... What are all these presents? It looks like you're showering Marge with gifts... hmm... With little tiny baby-sized gifts. Well, I'll be in the tub.
Maude: Oh and by the way, congratulations on your new job, Homer.
Homer: New job? Marge is pregnant!? Nooooooooo! Aahhhhhhh!
Lisa: Why don't we all look at the photo album?
Homer: So many memories. Aw, look …Knightboat.
Bart and Lisa: Aww…
Homer: And here's our TV next to the mirror! It looks like we have two.
Bart and Lisa: Wow, two!
Marge: Yeah, yeah, yeah, two. Let's get to the baby pictures.
Bart and Lisa: Aw, Mom!
Lisa: Why aren't there any pictures of Maggie?
Homer: Well I'm glad you asked. It's actually a very interesting story.
(Bart and Lisa groan)
Homer: It all began about two years ago before Maggie was even born… Bart, you were Lisa's age and Lisa, you were… the age Bart was several years ago.
Marge: [looking at the photo album] Here's Bart sleeping. Here he is dozing...here he is after a visit from the sandman. Ooh, here's nappy time, Bart! Here's a cute one: he's all tuckered out.
Marge: So in a few months, both of you will have a brand new brother or sister.
Bart: Been there, done that.
Lisa: I hope it's a girl.
Bart: You know nothing about genetics, Lis; it goes boy, girl, boy, girl.
Lisa: You're worried about telling Dad, aren't you, Mom?
Marge: Why do you say that?
Lisa: Well you've been in my room for about four hours now.
Marge: Hey, I'm just hanging.
Lisa: So, Dad, were you excited that Mom was pregnant?
Homer: Actually, your mother hadn't told me. At that time I had no idea Maggie even existed.
(he goes to sit down, right where Maggie is)
Bart and Lisa: Dad! (Marge grabs Maggie)
Homer: Hi Maggie!
Homer: Oh, I hope I haven't upset you… bongo-head!
(starts playing the bongos on Burns' head)
Mr. Burns: Oh, I should be resisting this, but I'm paralyzed with rage… and island rhythms.
(Homer drives through the plant and everyone cheers as Homer continues playing)
Carl: Yeah, way to play the boss's head like a bongo, Homer!
Lenny: He's getting a pretty good sound out of that guy.
Lenny: But Homer, how are you going to make a living?
Homer: Don't worry about Homer J. I've got a plan. A plan that'll fix you good!
Carl: Hey, what did we do?
Homer: Sorry, that just slipped out. (Hugs them) I'll miss you.
Bart: You're a pin-monkey? Wow! Finally I don't have to be ashamed of my father's job.
Lisa: I think it's romantic, throwing off the shackles of the workaday world and following a dream...of sorts.
Marge: I don't know if it's such a good idea. Can we get by on a pin-monkey's salary?
Homer: Don't worry, Marge, I've come up with a perfectly balanced budget. There will be exactly enough money for you, me, Bart, and Lisa, if we make a few small sacrifices.
Marge: Uh huh...
Homer: From now on, we use regular toilet paper, not that fancy quilted kind.
[Bart punches the wall]
Homer: And only one of you kids can go to college.
Bart and Lisa: Fine.
Homer: [talking sly] I've got sand in my underpants.
Marge: Me too. Let's go home.
[they leave; Homer runs back quickly to scoop more sand into his pants]
Homer: I love you, Marge.
Marge: I love you too, Homey.
Homer: Everything in our lives is finally perfectly balanced. I hope things stay exactly like this forever.
Marge: Mm hmm.
(Scene then shows lots of little Homer sperm bumping their heads into each other, saying "D'oh!"; one breaks through the egg and goes "Woo Hoo!" The scene returns to the present day, and Homer is swimming like a sperm)
Marge: Did you have to be so graphic?
Homer: It's OK, Marge. They pave the way for this kind of filth in school.
Dr. Hibbert: Congratulations, Mrs. Simpson: you're pregnant.
Dr. Hibbert: Am I to take it that this is [chuckles] an unwanted pregnancy?
Marge: Oh, no, no, not exactly. It's just that I haven't told Homer yet, and with his new job, I don't know how we're going to be able to afford this.
Dr. Hibbert: Well, you know a healthy baby can bring upwards of $60,000.
Dr. Hibbert: Well, of course, that was just a test. Er, had you reacted differently, you'd be in jail right now. Simply a test. [laughs uncomfortably]
Marge: Homey, I...
Homer: Can't talk, praying. Dear Lord, the gods have been good to me and I am thankful. For the first time in my life, everything is absolutely perfect just the way it is.
Homer: So here's the deal: you freeze everything as it is, and I won't ask for anything more. If that is OK, please give me absolutely no sign. [brief pause] OK, deal. In gratitude, I present you this offering of cookies and milk. If you want me to eat them for you, please give me no sign. [brief pause] Thy will be done! [mows down]
Bart: Wow, Dad, you really threw a tantrum like a little sissy girl?