Homer
Oh, I'd love to go with you honey, but I got a lot of work to do around the bed.
Homer, the Lord only asks for an hour a week.
Homer
Well in that case he should've made the week an hour longer. Lousy God.
And the very same goes for Ezekiel, which brings us back to our starting point, The Nine Tenets of Constancy.
Homer
[yawns and hits his head on the back of the bench] DAMN IT!!! [the churchgoers gasp]
[sternly clears throat] I seem to have lost my place, so I'll start over.
Oh, for the love of crumb cake!
AAkira
[on phone] Hai. Hai. Hai. Bye. [turns to Homer] Hi!
Homer
[hands Akira a detergent box] Akira, can you read this for me?
AAkira
Ah, yes. This is a product called Mr. Sparkle, very popular dish detergent. [points at the mascot on the box] Hey, he looks like you! [laughs]
AAkira
He identifies himself as a magnet for foodstuffs. He boasts that he will banish dirt to the land of wind and ghosts.
AAkira
Yes, you have very lucky dishes, Mr. Simpson. This soap is from the sacred forest of Hokkaidō, renowned for its countless soap factories.
Homer
Hokkaidō, eh?
[Alarms blare and red lights flash at Homer's work station]
Simpson, you've got a 5-13.
[Homer glances at his watch]
No, a 5-13, in your procedures manual? A 5-13?
[Homer glances at his watch again]
[points] Look at your control panel!
Homer
Oh, a five thir-teen. I'll handle it.
[He calmly walks into his work station, takes a bucket of water and pours it on his console, shorting it out and silencing the alarms]
Homer
That got it.
[Grimes looks on in horror]
Homer
Oh, I can't believe it. I got an enemy. Me, the most beloved man in Springfield.
Ah, it's a weird world, Homer. As hard as it is to believe, some people don't care for me, neither.
Homer
No, I won't accept that.
No, it's true. I got their names written down right here on what I call my, uh, "enemies list." [reaches under the bar for a sheet of paper]
[takes list and reads it] Jane Fonda, Daniel Schorr, Jack Anderson... Hey! This is Richard Nixon's enemies list! You just crossed out his name and put yours!
Okay, gimme that, gimme it back. [takes list and writes] Barney Gumble.
[is invited to the Simpsons' for dinner] Good heavens, this is a palace! How can-- How in the world can you afford to live in a house like this, Simpson?
Homer
[shrugging] I dunno. Don't ask me how the economy works.
Yeah, but look at the size of this place! I-I live in a single room above a bowling alley and below another bowling alley!
Homer
[clearly not getting it] Wow!
[sees pictures on the wall] I'm sorry, isn't that...
Homer
Yeah, that's me, all right. And the guy standing next to me is President Gerald Ford... And this is when I was on tour with the Smashing Pumpkins... Oh! And here's a picture of me in outer space!
You? Went into outer space?! You?
Homer
Sure! You've never been? Would you like to see my Grammy award?
[angrily] No! I wouldn't! God, I've had to work hard every day of my life, and what do I have to show for it?! This briefcase, and this haircut! And what do you have to show for your lifetime of sloth and ignorance?!
Homer
... What?
Everything! A dream house, two cars, a beautiful wife, a son who owns a factory, fancy clothes and [sniffs air] lobsters for dinner! And do you deserve any of it? No!
Homer
[gasps] What are you saying?
I'm saying you're what's wrong with America, Simpson. You coast through life, you do as little as possible, and you leech off of decent, hardworking people like me. Heh, if you lived in any other country in the world, you'd have starved to death long ago.
You're a fraud. A total fraud. [he starts to leave; to Marge, Bart, Lisa and Maggie] It was nice meeting you. [he slams the door]
[Homer walks onstage with his power plant model]
Look, everybody! Simpson's in a contest with children!
You're making us miss the contest.
[Homer sets his model down. Mr. Burns looks at it]
Could you explain your model, young man?
What's to explain? He's an idiot!
Homer
Well, basically I just copied the plant we have now.
Homer
Then, I added some fins to lower wind resistance and this racing stripe here I feel is pretty sharp.
Agreed. First prize! [Mr. Burns gives Homer a ribbon and some cash]
You're number one, Homer!
But, but, t-t-this was a contest for children!
Yeah, and Homer beat their brains out!
[Homer wins the children's nuclear power plant model contest, and everyone cheers. For Grimes, this is the last straw...]
I can't stand it any longer! This whole plant is insane! Insane, I tell you! [snaps mentally] DAAGH! AAGH! [He runs out into the corridor] I can be lazy too! [yanks off his tie, and moons one of the employees] Look at me! Hi, I'm a worthless employee, just like Homer Simpson! Give me a promotion! [He pulls up his pants and waddles away, cross-eyed, like a penguin. He enters the break room and grabs two donuts from a donut box] Ooh, I eat like a slob, but nobody minds! [Homer, Smithers and several other employees watch as Grimes scoffs down nearly all the donuts in the box, then runs into the men's bathroom. From the bathroom] I'm peeing on the seat! Give me a raise! [comes out of the bathroom and waves his hands in Homer's face] Now I'm returning to work without washing my hands! But it doesn't matter, because I'm Homer Simpson! [He runs into Homer's work station and spins around in the chair] I don't need to do my work, 'cause someone else will do it for me! [puts his feet up, and smacks himself on the forehead] D'oh, d'oh, d'oh!
Homer
[looking worried] Hey, you okay, Grimey?
[getting up] I'm better than okay - I'm Homer Simpson!
Homer
[chuckles] You wish.
[noticing Mr. Burns] Oh, hi, Mr. Burns. I'm the worst worker in the world. Time to go home to my mansion and eat my lobster! [He notices some dangerous-looking wires on the wall] What's this? [reads sign] "Extremely High Voltage". Well, I don't need safety gloves, because I'm Homer Simp--
[He grabs the wires and electrocutes himself; everyone winces. Frank Grimes' funeral is underway]
Frank Grimes, or Grimey as he liked to be called, taught us that a man can triumph over adversity. And even though Frank's agonizing struggle through life was tragically cut short...
Homer
[drooling and muttering in his sleep] Change the channel, Marge!
[All the mourners and Reverend Lovejoy laugh]
[Everyone continues to laugh as Frank's coffin is lowered into the ground]
[At Mardi Gras, Chief Wiggum is confronted by revelers wearing outsized party masks, who reveal themselves to be the Simpsons]
WWiggum
If it isn't my old friends from Springfield, the Simpsons! What brings you folks to New Orleans?
Mardi Gras, man. When the Big Easy calls, you gotta accept the charges.
Chief Wiggum, I can't wait to hear about all the exciting, sexy adventures you're sure to have against this colorful backdrop.
WWiggum
Well golly, I'd love to chat, but my son's been kidnapped. You haven't seen him, have you? Caucasian male, between the ages of six and ten, thinning hair.
Homer
Over there. [points at Ralph and Big Daddy in the crowd]
[points at Chief Wiggum] Look, Big Daddy! It's regular Daddy!
BDBig Daddy
The Chief! Ooh, I suppose I'd best to run. [fans himself with his hat] Lord have mercy, how I wish I weren't so fat.
A poem by Hans Moleman. I think that I shall never see, my cataracts are blinding me. [flower wilts]
TCTim Conway
[wearing a skunk costume] And they thought I stunk.
[Sea Captain bells a whistle on the ship, the Simpsons are in a big bed]
Well, it's time to say goodnight.
Homer
I wish our special guest Tim Conway didn't have to leave so soon.
Testing. [2 megaphones] Testing. [looks at the megaphones on the wall 5 times] Hmm. Hmm. Hmm. Hey. [devilish laughing; sets up 15 megaphones on chairs; fly buzzing; licks his lips] TESTING! [causes big sound wave explosion; echoing voice] TESTING, TESTING, TESTING, TESTING, TESTING, TESTING, TESTING, TESTING, TESTING, TESTING, TESTING, TESTING!
[The soundwave causes the car alarms to go off, break the pet store window into pieces, which causes the birds to screech and saying "Testing!", break the fish tank which causes the octopus cling onto Professor Fink, and break the Duff Beer bottles which causes to Homer scream in despair, After Bart caused feedback from the massive sound wave unleashed on the town]
Homer
[berating Bart] YOU'VE REALLY DONE IT THIS TIME, BART!!! YOU'RE IN FOR THE PUNISHMENT OF A LIFETIME!!!
WHEN DO YOU EXPECT THE RINGING WILL STOP?!
[checks his watch] IN ABOUT...10 TO 15 SECONDS!
I CERTAINLY HOPE SO! [gasps as the feedback stops] That's better. [Maggie takes 2 pacifiers as ear plugs out of her ears; to Bart] Now about your punishment, young man.
I know. I'll go to my room and think about what I did.
Homer
[stops him] Oh, no! Your room is full of toys! You're going to the, uh... garage!
[checks his watch] Uh oh. Here comes the evening rush. Clear out fellas! [Hordes of mice run out of the bar as Homer, Barney, Lenny, Carl, and the two barflies walk in]
Homer
Evening, Moe.
[comes out of the bathroom] Morning, Moe.
Yeah, alright, listen up, guys, the Springfield Police have told me that 91% of all traffic accidents are caused by you six guys.
[Moe's regulars exchange high-fives and cheer in triumph.]
Yeah, I know, I know, but the bad news is we gotta start having designated drivers. [the regulars moan and groan] We'll choose the same way they pick the Pope. [sets a giant glass jar with pickled eggs floating in it on the table] Everybody reach in and draw a pickled egg. Whoever gets the black egg stays sober tonight.