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:'''[[Bart]]:''' "Mom, Dad, I saw a UFO!"
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'''[[Bart]]:''' "Mom, Dad, I saw a UFO!"
:(Reaches for light switch)
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:'''[[Homer]] and [[Marge]]:''' "Don't turn on that light! Don't turn on that light!"
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(Reaches for light switch)
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'''[[Homer]] and [[Marge]]:''' "Don't turn on that light! Don't turn on that light!"
   
 
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:'''[[Bart]]:''' "Individuals acting in a secretive fashion are often involved with UFOs or other paranormal phenomena, e.g., telephone explosions."
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'''[[Bart]]:''' "Individuals acting in a secretive fashion are often involved with UFOs or other paranormal phenomena, e.g., telephone explosions."
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----
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Lisa: Mom! Dad! Look, this biography of Peter Ueberroth is only 99 cents. And I found the new Al Gore book. [holds it up]
  +
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Marge: "Sane Planning, Sensible Tomorrow."
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Lisa: Yeah, I hope it's as exciting as his other book, "Rational Thinking, Reasonable Future".
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----
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Marge: Homer, wake up! Wake up!
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Homer: Wha?
  +
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Marge: We need to talk about the...marital difficulties we've been having lately.
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Homer: Marge, there's just too much pressure, what with my job, the kids, traffic snarls, political strife at home and abroad. But I
  +
promise you, the second all those things go away, we'll have sex.
  +
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Marge: I simply can't wait that long. Maybe we should get some help... how about a book?
  +
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Homer: [excited] Ooh, OK!
  +
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Marge: A tasteful book.
  +
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Homer: [unexcited] Oh, all right.
  +
----
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Grampa: Welcome home, son. I broke two lamps and lost all your mail. What's wrong with your wife?
  +
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Homer: Nevermind, you wouldn't understand.
  +
  +
Grampa: Flu?
  +
  +
Homer: No.
  +
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Grampa: Protein deficiency?
  +
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Homer: No.
  +
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Grampa: Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis?
  +
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Homer: No.
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Grampa: Unsatisfying sex life?
  +
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Homer: N- yes. But please, don't you say that word.
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Grampa: What, seeex? What's so unappealing about hearing your elderly father talk about sex? I had seeeeex.
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----
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Homer: Kids! Here's $50, why not go to the movies, then take a cab to your aunts' house? Stay there, phone call you later.
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Now, now, now!
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----
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Homer: Ooh, mama! This is finally, really happening. After years of disappointment with get-rich-quick schemes, I know I'm gonna
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get rich with this scheme...and quick!
  +
----
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Marge: Here he is: Rex Harrison and Paul Anka rolled into one. Ooh, hmm. That tonic really works -- you and Grampa should bottle it
  +
and go into business together.
  +
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Homer: You want me to spend more time with Dad? What about my New Year's resolution?
  +
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Marge: You can make a lot of money...
  +
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Homer: Yeah! Where are my pants?
  +
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Marge: You threw them out the window in a fit of passion. You said you were never going to need them again.
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----
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Grampa: Step right up, folks, and witness the magnificent medicinal miracle of Simpson & Son's patented revitalizing toniiic. Put some ardor in your larder with our energizing, moisturizing, tantalizing, romanticizing, surprising, her-prizing, revitalizing tonic.
  +
----
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Mr. Van Houten: Tonight, we'll push the twin beds together...and I found something for Milhouse down at the mall, too: [hands it to him] A pup tent!
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Milhouse: Oh, boy! Now I can sleep out in the yard.
  +
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Mr. Van Houten: Yeah! Every single night.
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----
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Milhouse: What's going on? Where are all the grown-ups?
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Nelson: Who cares? With no adults, I run this city. [pauses, looks awkward] Um...carry on. [walks off]
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Bart: Listen to this: [reads] "Unexplainable behavior: individuals acting in a secretive fashion are often involved with UFOs or other paranormal phenomena, e.g., telephone explosions."
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Milhouse: Jeez...if it's in a book, it's gotta be true!
  +
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Bart: Scary, no? [points at author's photo] And this guy's head of the Spaceology Department at the Correspondence College of Tampa!
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Ralph: [walking up] Will you cook my dinner for me? My parents aren't around and I'm not allowed to turn on the stove.
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----
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Grampa: Hurry up! We've got a lot of tonic to sell and a lot of towns to visit: Frigid Falls, Mount Seldom, Lake Flaccid...
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Homer: Great. I'm going to be stuck in the car all weekend with that wheezy windbag.
  +
----
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Grampa: You're the worst shill I've ever seen! You're a disgrace to the medicine shill business.
  +
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Homer: They didn't start chasing us until you turned on that getaway music! [turns radio playing banjo music off; banjo music stops]
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[pickup full of hillbillies stops and turns around]
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----
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Bart: OK, it's not painfully clear the adults are definitely paving the way for an invasion by the saucer people.
  +
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Milhouse: You fool! Can't you see it's a massive government conspiracy? Or have they gotten to you too?
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[he and Bart start wrestling]
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Lisa: Hey! Hey, hey, stop it! Stop it! Why are you guys jumping to such ridiculous conclusions? Haven't you ever heard of Occam's
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Razor? "The simplest explanation is probably the correct one."
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Bart: So what's the simplest explanation?
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Lisa: I don't know. Maybe they're all reverse vampires and they have to get home before dark.
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Everyone: Aah! Reverse vampires! Reverse vampires!
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----
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Grampa: Hey, wait a minute! That's Amos Pearson's moose farm. Make a right here.
  +
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[Homer does so and they get out of the car]
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Homer: Ew! Why are we stopping at this dump?
  +
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Grampa: That's the house you grew up in, son.
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Homer: Wow. Let's go find that hot dog tree I planted.
  +
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Grampa: Yeah, we lived here 'til the bank foreclosed in '63. Farm went bust after the cows started giving sour milk. Something must have spooked 'em good.
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[flashback to young Homer in the barn]
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Homer: Nah, stupid cows! Nyah, nyeah, nyeah nyeah, nyeah! [flaps his tongue at them] Boo, boo, boo! Aah! Aah!
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----
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Grampa: [points to old TV] There she is, the old Radiation King. You'd park yourself right there and watch for hours on end.
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[young Homer's shadow is burned into the floor and wall; flashback to Homer watching Kennedy on tv]
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Kennedy: If I may, Helen, I'd like to respond to that question with yet another flip remark. [reporters laugh, sigh]
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Homer: Wow. [walks into kitchen] Look at me, er, uh, Mom: I am, er, uh, President Kennedy.
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Mrs. Simpson: Oh, Abe: maybe our Homer could grow up to be President some day.
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Grampa: You, President? This is the greatest country in the world. We've got a whole system set up to prevent people like you from ever becoming president. Quit your daydreaming, melonhead! [back in the present] Quit your daydreaming, melonhead.
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----
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Homer: Dad, how come you never gave me any encouragement? Maybe I could have been something more than I am. Like a travel agent, to great scientist, or the inventor of a hilarious refrigerator alarm.
  +
  +
Grampa: Who are you to complain? You locked me up in a home and give me the same damn shower safety seat every Christmas.
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[in the car]
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Homer: Your whole life you never said one nice thing to me.
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Grampa: That's 'cause you're a screw-up.
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Homer: You're the screw-up!
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Grampa: Why you little... [strangles Homer]
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Homer: All right, all right. That's it: we're going home! I'm sick of you and your stupid tonic.
  +
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Abe: If I hadn't taken that stupid tonic 38 years ago, you'd have never been born and I'd have been happy. You were an accident!
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Homer: [gasps, stops the car] Get out.
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Grampa: I'm sorry I said that.
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Homer: Out.
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Grampa: I'm going to get out of the car, and I hope you'll find it in your heart not to drive away... [Homer drives off] Well, I'll be all right as long as I can remember my army training. [later that night, he still stands there] Dang.
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----
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Marge: Homey, are you really going to ignore Grampa for the rest of your life.
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Homer: Of course not, Marge, just for the rest of his life. He said I was an accident...he didn't want to have me.
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Marge: You didn't want to have Bart.
  +
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Homer: I know, but you're never supposed to tell the child.
  +
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Marge: You tell Bart all the time! You told him this morning.
  +
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Homer: But when I do it, it's cute.
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----
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Milhouse: The Rand Corporation, in conjuction with the saucer people...
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Bart: Thank you.
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Milhouse: ...under the supervision of the reverse vampires...
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Lisa: [sighs]
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Milhouse: ...are forcing our parents to go to bed early in a fiendish plot to eliminate the meal of dinner!
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----
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Grampa: And just feast your ears on this tantalizing testimonial from my own flesh and blood, the son that puts the fun in
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Simpson & Son, my son, Barney!
  +
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Barney: [walks out from behind a curtain] I used to be a fat, disgusting slob. [belches]
  +
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Man: That medicine seems to be giving your son a lot of gas.
  +
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Grampa: I assure you his belching is the result of an unrelated alcohol problem.
  +
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Barney: Oh -- [collapses]
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----
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Bart: No offense, Homer, but your half-assed under-parenting was a lot more fun than your half-assed over-parenting.
  +
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Homer: But I'm using my whole ass.
  +
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Lisa: Dad, it's just that too much of your love can really be...scary.
  +
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Homer: Some day you'll thank me for all this scary love. But now I've gotta go somewhere and do some serious thinking.
  +
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(Homer gets in the car and drives off.)
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Bart: I'm sure he meant to say "serious drinking."
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Lisa: That's what I assumed.
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----
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Homer: Dad!
  +
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Grampa: Son!
  +
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Homer: I'm a screw-up. I burned down our house.
  +
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Grampa: No, I'm a screw-up. I burned down our house.
  +
  +
Homer: You know what?
  +
  +
Grampa: What?
  +
  +
Homer: We're both screw-ups.
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Bart: "Mom, Dad, I saw a UFO!"

(Reaches for light switch)

Homer and Marge: "Don't turn on that light! Don't turn on that light!"


Bart: "Individuals acting in a secretive fashion are often involved with UFOs or other paranormal phenomena, e.g., telephone explosions."


Lisa: Mom! Dad! Look, this biography of Peter Ueberroth is only 99 cents. And I found the new Al Gore book. [holds it up]

Marge: "Sane Planning, Sensible Tomorrow."

Lisa: Yeah, I hope it's as exciting as his other book, "Rational Thinking, Reasonable Future".


Marge: Homer, wake up! Wake up!

Homer: Wha?

Marge: We need to talk about the...marital difficulties we've been having lately.

Homer: Marge, there's just too much pressure, what with my job, the kids, traffic snarls, political strife at home and abroad. But I promise you, the second all those things go away, we'll have sex.

Marge: I simply can't wait that long. Maybe we should get some help... how about a book?

Homer: [excited] Ooh, OK!

Marge: A tasteful book.

Homer: [unexcited] Oh, all right.


Grampa: Welcome home, son. I broke two lamps and lost all your mail. What's wrong with your wife?

Homer: Nevermind, you wouldn't understand.

Grampa: Flu?

Homer: No.

Grampa: Protein deficiency?

Homer: No.

Grampa: Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis?

Homer: No.

Grampa: Unsatisfying sex life?

Homer: N- yes. But please, don't you say that word.

Grampa: What, seeex? What's so unappealing about hearing your elderly father talk about sex? I had seeeeex.


Homer: Kids! Here's $50, why not go to the movies, then take a cab to your aunts' house? Stay there, phone call you later. Now, now, now!


Homer: Ooh, mama! This is finally, really happening. After years of disappointment with get-rich-quick schemes, I know I'm gonna get rich with this scheme...and quick!


Marge: Here he is: Rex Harrison and Paul Anka rolled into one. Ooh, hmm. That tonic really works -- you and Grampa should bottle it and go into business together.

Homer: You want me to spend more time with Dad? What about my New Year's resolution?

Marge: You can make a lot of money...

Homer: Yeah! Where are my pants?

Marge: You threw them out the window in a fit of passion. You said you were never going to need them again.


Grampa: Step right up, folks, and witness the magnificent medicinal miracle of Simpson & Son's patented revitalizing toniiic. Put some ardor in your larder with our energizing, moisturizing, tantalizing, romanticizing, surprising, her-prizing, revitalizing tonic.


Mr. Van Houten: Tonight, we'll push the twin beds together...and I found something for Milhouse down at the mall, too: [hands it to him] A pup tent!

Milhouse: Oh, boy! Now I can sleep out in the yard.

Mr. Van Houten: Yeah! Every single night.


Milhouse: What's going on? Where are all the grown-ups?

Nelson: Who cares? With no adults, I run this city. [pauses, looks awkward] Um...carry on. [walks off]

Bart: Listen to this: [reads] "Unexplainable behavior: individuals acting in a secretive fashion are often involved with UFOs or other paranormal phenomena, e.g., telephone explosions."

Milhouse: Jeez...if it's in a book, it's gotta be true!

Bart: Scary, no? [points at author's photo] And this guy's head of the Spaceology Department at the Correspondence College of Tampa!

Ralph: [walking up] Will you cook my dinner for me? My parents aren't around and I'm not allowed to turn on the stove.


Grampa: Hurry up! We've got a lot of tonic to sell and a lot of towns to visit: Frigid Falls, Mount Seldom, Lake Flaccid...

Homer: Great. I'm going to be stuck in the car all weekend with that wheezy windbag.


Grampa: You're the worst shill I've ever seen! You're a disgrace to the medicine shill business.

Homer: They didn't start chasing us until you turned on that getaway music! [turns radio playing banjo music off; banjo music stops]

[pickup full of hillbillies stops and turns around]


Bart: OK, it's not painfully clear the adults are definitely paving the way for an invasion by the saucer people.

Milhouse: You fool! Can't you see it's a massive government conspiracy? Or have they gotten to you too? [he and Bart start wrestling]

Lisa: Hey! Hey, hey, stop it! Stop it! Why are you guys jumping to such ridiculous conclusions? Haven't you ever heard of Occam's Razor? "The simplest explanation is probably the correct one."

Bart: So what's the simplest explanation?

Lisa: I don't know. Maybe they're all reverse vampires and they have to get home before dark.

Everyone: Aah! Reverse vampires! Reverse vampires!


Grampa: Hey, wait a minute! That's Amos Pearson's moose farm. Make a right here.

[Homer does so and they get out of the car]

Homer: Ew! Why are we stopping at this dump?

Grampa: That's the house you grew up in, son.

Homer: Wow. Let's go find that hot dog tree I planted.

Grampa: Yeah, we lived here 'til the bank foreclosed in '63. Farm went bust after the cows started giving sour milk. Something must have spooked 'em good.

[flashback to young Homer in the barn]

Homer: Nah, stupid cows! Nyah, nyeah, nyeah nyeah, nyeah! [flaps his tongue at them] Boo, boo, boo! Aah! Aah!


Grampa: [points to old TV] There she is, the old Radiation King. You'd park yourself right there and watch for hours on end.

[young Homer's shadow is burned into the floor and wall; flashback to Homer watching Kennedy on tv]

Kennedy: If I may, Helen, I'd like to respond to that question with yet another flip remark. [reporters laugh, sigh]

Homer: Wow. [walks into kitchen] Look at me, er, uh, Mom: I am, er, uh, President Kennedy.

Mrs. Simpson: Oh, Abe: maybe our Homer could grow up to be President some day.

Grampa: You, President? This is the greatest country in the world. We've got a whole system set up to prevent people like you from ever becoming president. Quit your daydreaming, melonhead! [back in the present] Quit your daydreaming, melonhead.


Homer: Dad, how come you never gave me any encouragement? Maybe I could have been something more than I am. Like a travel agent, to great scientist, or the inventor of a hilarious refrigerator alarm.

Grampa: Who are you to complain? You locked me up in a home and give me the same damn shower safety seat every Christmas.

[in the car]

Homer: Your whole life you never said one nice thing to me.

Grampa: That's 'cause you're a screw-up.

Homer: You're the screw-up!

Grampa: Why you little... [strangles Homer]

Homer: All right, all right. That's it: we're going home! I'm sick of you and your stupid tonic.

Abe: If I hadn't taken that stupid tonic 38 years ago, you'd have never been born and I'd have been happy. You were an accident!

Homer: [gasps, stops the car] Get out.

Grampa: I'm sorry I said that.

Homer: Out.

Grampa: I'm going to get out of the car, and I hope you'll find it in your heart not to drive away... [Homer drives off] Well, I'll be all right as long as I can remember my army training. [later that night, he still stands there] Dang.


Marge: Homey, are you really going to ignore Grampa for the rest of your life.

Homer: Of course not, Marge, just for the rest of his life. He said I was an accident...he didn't want to have me.

Marge: You didn't want to have Bart.

Homer: I know, but you're never supposed to tell the child.

Marge: You tell Bart all the time! You told him this morning.

Homer: But when I do it, it's cute.


Milhouse: The Rand Corporation, in conjuction with the saucer people...

Bart: Thank you.

Milhouse: ...under the supervision of the reverse vampires...

Lisa: [sighs]

Milhouse: ...are forcing our parents to go to bed early in a fiendish plot to eliminate the meal of dinner!


Grampa: And just feast your ears on this tantalizing testimonial from my own flesh and blood, the son that puts the fun in Simpson & Son, my son, Barney!

Barney: [walks out from behind a curtain] I used to be a fat, disgusting slob. [belches]

Man: That medicine seems to be giving your son a lot of gas.

Grampa: I assure you his belching is the result of an unrelated alcohol problem.

Barney: Oh -- [collapses]


Bart: No offense, Homer, but your half-assed under-parenting was a lot more fun than your half-assed over-parenting.

Homer: But I'm using my whole ass.

Lisa: Dad, it's just that too much of your love can really be...scary.

Homer: Some day you'll thank me for all this scary love. But now I've gotta go somewhere and do some serious thinking.

(Homer gets in the car and drives off.)

Bart: I'm sure he meant to say "serious drinking."

Lisa: That's what I assumed.


Homer: Dad!

Grampa: Son!

Homer: I'm a screw-up. I burned down our house.

Grampa: No, I'm a screw-up. I burned down our house.

Homer: You know what?

Grampa: What?

Homer: We're both screw-ups.


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