I don't see your name on it!
Marge
Bart, don't write on the rug.
Ha-ha. Mom yelled at you.
You know, Maggie, the sooner kids talk, the sooner they talk back. [he puts Maggie to bed] I hope you never say a word. [switches the light off, closes the door]
[pulls her pacifier out of her mouth] Daddy. [puts her pacifier back on her mouth and goes to sleep as the episode ends]
LLLyle Lanley
You know, a town with money's a little like the mule with the spinning wheel. No one knows how he got it and danged if he knows how to use it.
[Everyone laughs except Homer who at first doesn't get the joke]
LLLyle Lanley
The name's Lanley, Lyle Lanley. And I come before you good people tonight with an idea. Probably the greatest —Aw, it's not for you. It's more a Shelbyville idea.
Now, wait just a minute. We're twice as smart as the people of Shelbyville. Just tell us your idea and we'll vote for it.
LLLyle Lanley
All right, I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll show you my idea. I give you the Springfield Monorail! [everyone gasps] I've sold monorails to Brockway, Ogdenville, and North Haverbrook, and by gum, it put them on the map! Well sir, there's nothing on Earth like a genuine, bonafide, electrified six-car monorail! What'd I say?
PSPatty and Selma
Monorail.
LLyle
That's right, monorail! [the crowd starts chanting "monorail" as Lyle begins to play piano]
HMs. Hoover
I hear those things are awfully loud.
LLyle
It glides as softly as a cloud!
Is there a chance the track could bend?
LLyle
Not on your life, my Hindu friend!
What about us brain-dead slobs?
LLyle
You'll be given cushy jobs!
ASAbe Simpson
Were you sent here by the Devil?
LLyle
No, good sir, I'm on the level!
The ring came off my pudding can.
LLyle
Take my pen knife, my good man! I swear it's Springfield's only choice! Throw up your hands and raise your voice!
AAll
Monoraaaaaaail! (Lyle: What's it called?) Monoraaaaaaail!! (Lyle: Once again!) Monoraaaaaaail!!!
Marge
But Main Street's still all cracked and broken!
Sorry Mom, the mob has spoken!
AAll
Monoraaaaaaail! Monoraaaaaaail!! Monoraaaaaaail!!! MONORAIL!
Mono... [realizes the song is over] D'oh!
[Marge opens the fire extinguisher cabinet, sees a mother opossum with four offspring sleeping, who then start hissing]
Marge
Homer, there's a family of possums in here!
I call the big one Bitey.
Now what do we say when we get to the ticket booth?
Bart and Lisa (in unison): We're under six.
And I'm a college student. (chuckles)
(Marge comes in, upset)
Marge
Kids, I've got some bad news. Your great-aunt Gladys has...passed on.
Bart (running through his head who Great-Aunt Gladys is): Gladys...Gladys. About yea-high (puts his hand where his eyes are), blue hair, big dent in her forehead?
Marge
No, honey. Gladys looked more like your Aunt Patty.
Bart (stares blankly, then shudders): Ugh! Oh, yeah. There she is.
Marge
The funeral is in Littleneck Falls. Looks like we'll have to go to Duff Gardens another time.
No use complaining about something you can't change.
But I wanna go to Duff Gardens. Right now!
Marge
Homer, quit pouting.
I'm not pouting. I'm mourning. (to himself): Stupid dead woman.
Marge
Selma, your date's over already?
Yeah. I was so depressed, I ate a jar of expired olives. (sighs): I guess I'll never have a baby.
Lisa (as she's watching a Duff Gardens commercial where Lance Murdock and a bunch of unnamed riders are being knocked back and forth on a large version of a Newton's cradle): Aunt Selma, this may be presumptuous, but have you ever considered artificial insemination.
Homer (giggles): Boy, I don't know. You've got to be pretty desperate to make it with a robot.
(Marge whispers in Homer's ear what artificial insemination really is)
Poor Homer. This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
Marge
Grampa, please, he's in a coma.
Coma? Pffft. Why, I go in and out of comas all the- [falls asleep, pauses, wakes up] French toast, please.
Oh, heck no. You relive long lost summers, kiss girl from high school. It's like one of those TV shows where they show a bunch of clips from old episodes.
Marge
You lost 5% of your brain.
Me lose brain? Uh-oh! [Everyone including Homer laughs] Why I laugh?
[The episode ends, showrunner appears. The credits begins. After the credits, Gracie Films and 20th Television appears at the end of the logo]
HSHomer's Brain
This is it, Homer. It's time to tell her the terrible secret from your past.
Marge, I ate those fancy soaps you bought for the bathroom.
Marge
Oh, my God!
HSHomer's Brain
No, the other secret!
Marge, I never graduated from high school.
Marge
Well, that still doesn't explain why you ate my soap... Wait, maybe it does...
I never passed Remedial Science 1-A.
Marge [concerned] And you're a nuclear technician?
Marge, ix-nay on the uclear-nay echnician-tay!
Marge
What did you say?
Homer [upset] I don't know. I flunked Latin, too!
Now don't you worry, Mrs. Simpson, I-- Uh-oh. We've drawn Judge Snyder.
Marge
Is that bad?
Well, he's had it in for me ever since I kinda ran over his dog.
Marge
You did?
Well, replace the word "kinda" with the word "repeatedly", and the word "dog" with "son."
LBLisa and Bart
AAAH! SIDESHOW BOB!
You wrote me those letters!
Marge
You awful man! Stay away from my son!
[menacing] Oh, I'll stay away from your son, all right! Stay away... FOREVER!
Wait a minute. That's no good. [walks away, then runs back] Wait, I've got a good one now! Marge, say "stay away from my son" again.
Marge
No!
[Sideshow Bob grumbles and walks away]
[After Mr. Burns' party, Homer is nursing the lump on his head he got during his comedy act at Burns' party]
Aw, where did I lose 'em? I'll never wiggle my bare butt in public again.
I'd like to believe that this time. I really would.
Marge
Bart, run down to the store and get a bag of ice for your father.
Yes'm. Dad, I know you're discouraged, but please, don't deny the world your fat can.
Don't worry, boy. He'll be ready for your Aunt Selma's birthday.
[Smithers and Mr. Burns are crawling across the ceiling of the Simpson home, using suction cups. They freeze when Homer walks to the refrigerator]
Mmmm... 64 slices of American cheese. [sits at the table and begins eating one at a time] 64...63...[Time passes to morning] 2...1.
Marge
[entering] Have you been up all night eating cheese?
[Smithers and Mr. Burns fall the the floor and get up]
[They both leave]
RPRuth Powers
Look. You can see our houses.
Marge
Hmm. There's an awful lot of black smoke coming from my chimney.
(cut to the Simpsons living room. Lionel Hutz is throwing piles of his personal effects into the fireplace while Bart and Lisa watch)
Mr. Hutz, why are you burning all your personal papers?
As of this moment, Lionel Hutz no longer exists. (cheerfully): Say hello to Miguel Sanchez!