Wow, Dad, you took a baptismal for me. How do you feel?
Homer
[blissfully] Oh, Bartholomew, I feel like St. Augustine of Hippo after his conversion by Ambrose of Milan.
Wait! Homer, what did you just say?
Homer
[nastily] I SAID, "SHUT YOUR UGLY FACE, FLANDERS!!"
I would like to say grace. [saying grace, while knowingly poking fun at Bart] Lord, have mercy on my soul... and Mom's soul, and Dad's soul, and Maggie's soul. And let every soul in Christendom-
[Bart furiously throws a meatball at Lisa]
I can't take this anymore! I want my soul, and I want it now! [runs out]
Homer
Bart! You didn't finish your spaghetti and Moe-balls!
HSHomer's brain
Silence, you fool. It can be ours.
Homer
[eats Bart's spaghetti, mouthful] Run, boy! Run! Run for your life... boy.!
Homer
I'm trying to impress people here, Lisa. You don't win friends with salad.
[conga beat while Lisa folds her arms] You don't win friends with salad/You don't win friends with salad/
BHBart and Homer
[doing the conga] You don't win friends with salad/You don't win friends with salad/You don't win friends with salad/You don't win friends with salad/
[joins her husband and son] You don't win friends with salad/You don't win friends with salad/You don't win friends with salad...
I don't mean to take sides. I just got caught up in the rhythm.
[Homer and Bart are chasing the runaway pig for the barbecue. It rolls through some bushes]
Homer
It's just a little dirty, it's still good, it's still good!
[the pig passes through traffic, hits a guardrail and falls into a canal with toxic waste drums in it]
Homer
It's just a little slimy, it's still good, it's still good!
[the pig gets caught in the dam spillway. Water floods behind it until the built-up pressure shoots it through the spillway and rocketing into the distance]
Homer
It's just a little airborne, it's still good, it's still good!
Homer
I know.
[in Mr. Burns' office]
You know, Smithers, I think I'll donate a million dollars to the local orphanage... when pigs fly!
[they both laugh. A moment later the pig sails past the window]
Will you be donating that million dollars now, sir?
No, I'd still prefer not.
Homer
Marge, since I'm not talking to Lisa, would you please ask her to pass me the syrup?
[sighs] Please pass your father the syrup, Lisa.
Bart, tell Dad I'll only pass the syrup if it won't be used on any meat product.
You dunkin' your sausages in that syrup, homeboy?
Homer
Marge, tell Bart I just want to drink a nice glass of syrup like I do every morning.
Tell him yourself, you're ignoring Lisa, not Bart.
Homer
Bart, thank your mother for pointing that out.
Homer, you're not-not talking to me and secondly I heard what you said.
Homer
Lisa, tell your mother to get off my case.
Uh, Dad, Lisa's the one you're not talking to.
Homer
Bart, go to your room!
Why don't you just eat him, Dad?
Homer
[turns red in anger and gets frustrated] I don't need any serving suggestions from you! You barbecue-wrecking, know-nothing know-it-all!
[enraged] THAT'S IT! I CAN'T LIVE IN A HOUSE WITH THIS PREHISTORIC CARNIVORE. I AM OUT OF HERE!
[Lisa furiously leaves the house and angrily slams the door]
Homer
THAT'S IT! GO TO YOUR ROOM!
[Lard Lad's giant donut is in the middle of the Simpsons' living room, along with Homer lying in the center of it. The doorbell rings, and Homer is greeted by the angry face of Lard Lad]
Homer
Hello? Yes? Oh...if you're looking for that giant donut, uh..Flanders has it. Just go smash open his house. [Homer closes the door as loud footsteps trail off] He came to life. Good for him. [smashing is heard as the screen shakes, and footsteps are heard hurriedly heading back to the Simpsons home. The doorbell rings, Homer answers and is greeted by the same angrier Lard Lad]
[running in the background] Help me Lord!
Homer
I told you, Flanders has it! Or Moe. Go kill Moe.
Hey, Springfield! Are you suffering from the heartbreak of...Monster-itis? Then take a tip from Mr. Paul Anka!
PAPaul Anka
[singing] To stop these monsters 1-2-3, Here's a fresh new way that's trouble free, It's got Paul Anka's guarantee...
[singing] Guarantee void in Tennessee.
PAPaul Anka and Lisa
[singing] Just don't look! Just don't look! [people turn away: the monsters turn to look] Just don't look! Just don't look! [more people turn away] Just don’t look! Just don’t look! [the monsters try to destroy things faster, but start collapsing. Paul Bunyon falls on the Springfield General Hospital, his ox Babe destroys the birthplace of Jebediah Springfield, and a flying magic carpet destroys the birthplace of Norman Vincent Peale.]
It worked! They're all dead.
Well, except for chubsy-ubsy over there.
[everyone turns and gasps and Lard Lad tempts Homer with the giant donut]
Homer
Mmm...sprinkles.
Don't make us poke your eyes out, Dad. [they drag him away]
Homer
[groaning] Oh!
[Lard Lad collapses, he falls, his donut rolls away. Kodos and Kang, meanwhile, are trying to hitch a ride in the middle of the desert with a sign saying "Earth Capital"]
Remember the story: we're newlyweds on our way to Earth Capital. [the donut rolls by as Kang smiles] Oh, Shazbot.
Even as I speak, the scourge of advertising could be heading toward your town! Lock your doors, bar your windows, because the next advertisement you see could destroy your house and eat your family!
Homer
We'll be right back.
[voice over] It all started on the 13th hour, of the 13th day, of the 13th month. We were there to discuss the misprinted calendars the school had purchased.
Homer
[shivering, looking at the calendar] Oh, lousy Smarch weather. [spies the thermostat with a note from Willy over it and reads it] "Do not touch. Willie." Good advice! [cranks it]
Our next budget item: $12 for doorknob repair.
[A burning Groundskeeper Willie tries to escape, but the doorknob falls off]
Recharge fire extinguishers? Now, this is a, uh, free service of the fire department...
Homer
Nay.
[Groundskeeper Willie tries to use the fire extinguisher, but it's empty; he breaks out of the furnace room and runs into the classroom]
[still on fire] Help! Please help me!
Willie, please! Mr. Van Houten has the floor.
Er, I, for one, would like to see the cafeteria menus in advance so parents can adjust their dinner menus accordingly. I don't like the idea of Milhouse having 2 spaghetti meals in one day.
[Groundskeeper Willie explodes into flame and screams for a few seconds; the parents turn to watch]
[looking like a skeleton] You'll pay for this...with your children's blood!
Oh, right. How are you going to get them? Skeleton power?
I'll strike where you cannot protect them... in their dreams!