Homer: No! I paid for fifty laps and I'm taking them!
(Homer then has brief moments of laughter followed by brief moments of pain. He passes the lap sign, which goes from "2" to "3".)
Willie: (sings to the tune of "Wouldn’t It Be Lovely") All I want is a place somewhere...
Lisa: (pause) And?
Willie: That's it.
Bart: Maybe you should aim a little higher.
Willie: Hmm...Let's see... (continues singing) Oh, to have me shack rebuilt, Get my rotten teeth all drillt, something on underneath my kilt, oh, wouldn't it be adequate? Matching shoes for both me feet, dining on untainted meat, a toilet what still has its seat.
(zoom to Homer sitting on the toilet reading a newspaper)
Homer: Oh,wouldn't it be adequate?
Bart and Lisa: Adequate? Adequate?
Willie: Wouldn't it be adequate? (tries to close the living room's window's curtains but they fall down)
Homer: (watching Super Bowl ad for blue pants) How long is this ad?
Executive: I don't know. I've never made it to the end.
Willie: (singing) What flows from the nose does not go on my clothes.
Lisa: I think he's got it, oh yeah, he's got it.
Willie: (in front of Lisa's mirror) What flows from the nose-
Willie's mirror reflection: -Does not go on my clothes.
Willie: Gah! A talking mirror! (takes a chair and smashes Lisa's mirror) Gah! (takes Bart and Lisa's noses and swoops them)
Lisa: Where is that ghastly flow?
Willie: The nose, the nose!"
Lisa: And where should it not go?
Homer: Blue pants, blue pants!
Lisa: (stops singing) Dad, get your own song!
Homer: Fine. (goes away singing) I'm getting blue pants in the morning, ding dong, the zipper's gonna shine!
Willie: (singing) I've a fancy suit,and a clean white shirt, but I miss the days when tractor fumes blew up my skirt. I was freezing cold, and I slept in mold, but I long for the shack where I lived. She was true to me, my own home of wood, and when I passed out drunk from turpentine she understood. Life was so sublime-
Groundskeeper Largo: -Well Boo-Hoo,'cause I'm hanging ferns in the shack where you lived! (stops singing). If I had your voice I'd talk-sing everything!
Marge: Willie, do you want to stay at our house?
Willie: I don't need your charity, just as long as I've got a pan over my head.
Marge:: That's a colander.
Willie: (sees that Marge is right) So that's where all the soup went.