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The Burns and the Bees |
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- Homer: Marge, remember when we were talking about our worst fears?
- Marge: Uh-huh.
- Homer: And mine was snakes, and yours was...?
- Marge: Never being a grandmother.
- Homer: Really? I thought it was Lisa with a beard of bees. Well, whatever, brace yourself.
- Lisa: Willie, I didn't know you were an apiarist.
- Groundskeeper Willie: From context, I can tell that means beekeeper. There's a tradegy, Lisa. No man should outlive his bees. They're stinging god now. (CRYING)
- Mayor Quimby: First, one announcement: I regret to inform you we are not offering childcare tonight. I don't know who that guy was you were leaving your kids with.
- Lisa: Dad, we have to do something all the bees are dying!
- Homer: (sarcastically) Oh, no! No bees! Ooh, now who will sting me and walk all over my sandwiches?
- Lisa: But, Dad! Bees pollinate flowers.
- Homer: Pfft. Flowers, the painted whores of the plant world.
- Moe: Listen, Homer: in the back room, I got these super-tough Africanized bees. I saw this ad in a gentleman's magazine for excited African honeys and that's what they sent me. If we could combine them with Lisa's bees, it would make them strong enough to survive any environment.
- Homer: But how are we supposed to combine the DNA of two strains of the same species?
- Moe: Actually, Homer... (whispers)
- Homer: (gasps) You and me?
- Moe: No, the bees!
- Homer: Oh, yeah, yeah, that's what I meant, too. I... have no... inclination.
- (When Lisa releases the bees into their sanctuary)
- Lisa: Oh, I miss them.
- Marge: Now you know how I'll feel when you go to college.
- Lisa: You'll always have Bart! Always.
- Marge: But he'll be gone a lot repairing refrigerators.
- Lisa: Always.
- (As Lisa's bees are swarming around the breakfast table)
- Bart: Mom, maybe you shouldn't have put so much syrup on the pancakes.
- Homer: The secret is not to swallow the stingers. (takes big bite of pancakes with bees on them, and spits stingers out into a glass)
- Lisa: Dad, don't eat the bees!
- Homer: They're just drones, Lisa, they only live for, like, 5 minutes anyway! And they only have haploid cells, not diploid like me and Bart!
- Bart: Yeah! (high-fives Homer)
- Jimbo: Nice prank, Simpson. I dare you to dump that bees' nest on those second grade babies.
- Bart: Why would I want to?
- Jimbo: Because I said "I dare you." Kearney, can you read it back?
- Kearney: (reading) "Nice prank, Simpson. I dare you to dump that bees' nest on those second grade babies. Bart: Why would I want to?
- Jimbo: Because I said "I dare you." Kearney, can you read it back?
- Kearney: (reading) "Nice prank, Simpson. I dare you to..."
- Jimbo: The point is, Simpson, a dare has been placed on your nards.
- Bart: My nards accept.
- Mr. Burns: Smithers, who is that man, and why is his enthusiasm not being punished?
- Smithers: That's Mark Cuban, the most flamboyant owner in the league.
- Mark Cuban: (sliding down a cable while holding sparklers) I'm out of my mind!
- Mark Cuban: What's the use of owning a basketball team if you don't have fun?
- Mr. Burns: Fun? Is that how it's pronounced? I've only seen it written.
- Lisa: Mr. Burns, you can't do that.
- Mr. Burns: I can, I am, and soon I shall have been. I'm unstoppable! (turns around and walks into a tree) Kill his acorns and make him watch.
- Jonathan Frink, Jr: See those red spots? This bee is suffering from bee measles. Or as I call it, beesles.
- Homer: Animals get sick?
- Professor Frink: I'm going to talk to the girl now.
- Homer: You're the nerd.
- Lisa: Listen, people. You didn't listen to me about the darter snail, you didn't listen to me about the osprey, and you didn't listen to me about the jabalina.
- Lenny: The feisty pig of the desert?
- Lisa: Apparently, not feisty enough.
- Homer: Flowers: the painted whores of the plant world.
- (Lisa walks in with a beard of bees)
- Grampa: President Lincoln! You've come back, and you got rid of that hat. You've got my vote.
- Bumblebee Man: Stop, I'm one of you!
- Bee: (buzzing) We hate you the most, uncle Tom!
- (Mr. Burns shots a gorilla mascot with a sniper)
- Smithers: Sir, Were those real bullets?
- Mr. Burns: Yes. Was that a real gorilla?
- Smithers: No.
- Mr. Burns: (Looking at the mascot's body) I see...