[Moe is presenting Krusty's return to comedy]
MMoe
Hi, how're you folks doin'? I'm Moe, or as the ladies like to call me, "hey you, behind the bushes". [the audience doesn't respond]; [Moe taps on the microphone] Is this thing on?
No. Sorry, Moe. [Turns on the microphone]
MMoe
No girl wants to end up with a Joe Pukepail like me.
Now, now, I won't hear of it, Moe! You're a fabulous catch!
MMoe
Oh yeah? Well how come I ain't fending off movie starlets with a pointy stick?
Oh, it's probably due to your ugliness, but that doesn't mean we can't find you a woman. C'mon! We're going to the darkest bar in town!
Why don't you sell your car?
MMoe
Ah, my car ain't worth nothing, but it is insured for five grand. Homer, you gotta steal the car for me and wreck it.
Steal your car? I can just imagine what Marge would say.
[in thought balloon] Homer, I insist you steal that car.
Well guys, I won't be seeing you for a while.
I've joined the Naval Reserve.
Well, I'm not gonna let anything happen to my best friend. I'm joining too!
MMoe
Well I'm not going to let anything happen to my two best customers. I'm joining too!
And although my religion strictly forbids military service, what the hey, I'm in too.
Gee, thanks guys. This is just like The Deer Hunter.
MMoe
The Deer Hunter? Uh, that reminds me. [runs into a room in the back. Skinner and Krusty are playing Russian roulette with a Vietnamese mob boss. The mob boss puts a bullet in revolver, spins the gun chamber, places it near Krusty and dares him]
MBMob boss
Didi mau! Didi mau! [as Krusty reaches for the gun, Moe interrupts]
MMoe
I'm sorry guys, we're shuttin' down for a while. Sorry.
[About the Bolivian tree lizard]
It's a vicious oviraptor. It feasts on bird eggs and lays its own eggs in the nest. The unsuspecting mother bird cares for them until the babies hatch, and... devour her too.
MMoe
[laughs] What a chump!
It's already wiped out the dodo, the cuckoo, and the nene, and it has nasty plans for the booby, the titmouse, the woodcock, and the titpecker.
Hmm. Good lines, nice balance. Let's see how she handles. Ho-ho, oh, yeah. Tame it, baby. Yo, ring her up, dude.
[gasps] You cannot smoke in here. Please, the sign is clearly posted, sir.
MSMoe Szyslak
[coughing] Oh, god. You smokers disgust me. Hey, 'pu, you got a breakfast cereal for people with syphilis?
[to Snake] Hands up, scuzzbag! [Moe raises his hands] [to Moe] No, not you. The smoking scuzzbag.
[raises his hands, and flicks away cigarette] Oh, chill out, dude. I'll pay the fine.
Not this time, you won't. This is your third strike. First, you torched that orphanage, then you blew up that bus full of nuns.
Hey, that was self-defense!
Well, you'll be seeing lots of nuns where you're going, pal... Hell! Because the penalty for strike three is death.
You'll never make it stuck, dude.
Will, too, 'cause this place is full of witnesses. Apu, that scuzzbag Moe...
I'm not going to forget this, dudes. I'm going to totally kill both of you.
And, uh, don't forget Bart Simpson. He's a witness, too. Right, Barty?
You are so dead, little dude.
[laughs] You kids crack me up.
MMoe
Ah, morning, Homer. You're looking unusually focused this morning.
[in Snake's voice] Shut your squeal-hole, booze jockey. I'm going to, like, totally waste you.
MMoe
Well, somebody's a grumpy Gus. What's--
[in Snake's voice, pulling Moe's heart out] Yoink.
MMoe
Ah, for cryin' out loud. [Groans and dies into the cereal bowl]
Another of Springfield's beloved citizens was murdered today. Filthy old Bartender Moe Szyslak has watered down his last highball.
Oh, my God! Everyone Snake swore revenge on is being murdered!
It's almost as if he's killing from beyond the grave.
I told you capital punishment isn't a deterrent.
Don't you get it? He swore he'd kill me too. I'm next!
[puts his arm around Bart] Don't worry, I'll protect you. [in Snake's voice] Little dude. [normal voice] There. Now no murderers can get in. [in Snake's voice] Or out.
KCKrusty the Clown Doll
[laughing] Stop it! You're killing me!
[screams] My school picture!
Daddy would like a word with you, Barty!
Help! Dad's trying to kill me!
It's hammer time, snitchy!
Of course. The transplant. Somehow Snake's hair must be controlling...
Oh please, Lisa, everyone's already figured that out.
You've got to fight the hair, Dad.
But I look so youthful and hunky. [in Snake's voice] The kid's got to die. [normal voice] But I love my son. [in Snake's voice] More than a lush head of hair? [normal voice] Don't make me choose! [laughs in Snake's voice] [normal voice] No!
[Homer tears Snake's hair off of his head and discards it]
I love you too, Dad. [screaming] Get off! Get it off! [muffled]
I'll show you, hair! [Homer punches Snake's hairpiece that's attacking Bart]
Ow! [turns red in furious] That's my face, you idiot!
Idiot? [turns red in anger] Why, you little... [Homer angrily strangles Bart, but two policeman burst into Bart's room]
Homer Simpson, you're under arrest for the murders of Moe Szyslak and Apu Nahasa... pasa... Ah, just Moe. Just Moe.
It wasn't me. It was the hair.
Freeze, hair ball! [after he and the other officers shoot and kill Snake's hair, Maggie picks the hair up and sucks her thumb] Now that's what I call a bad hair day! [everyone laughs].
May I remind you that two people are dead? Oh, wait. I just got it.
It's funny. [everyone laughs] Bad hair day!
MMoe
Well, I gotta hand it to you, Homer, you're really brave to go through with this operation.
It's not an operation, Moe. The doctor says it's just a procedure.
MMoe
No, no, no - making polenta, that's a procedure. You're talking about deadly life-threatening surgery here.
[worried] Really? You think It's dangerous?
Oh yeah, and even if you survive the operation--
Procedure! Deadly procedure.
Whatever; the point is, with only one kidney, you won't be able to drink yourself stupid no more.
Now you're just trying to scare me.
Plus, they'll put you on one of those organ donor sucker lists. Everyone who wants an eyeball or a spine or a vestigial tail will be after ya!
MMoe
Listen, I'm just gonna get right to the point here - can I have your buttocks? I mean, if you die. They look pretty comfortable.
And, uh, are those your original lips?
Well, actually I-- Hey! Quit harvesting me with your eyes! [storms out of the bar]
MMoe
[watching him leave] Oh yeah, that would look so good on me!