Young man, you've had what we call a cardiac episode.
Oh, not even close. If these boys hadn't called 911, I'd be wearing that watch right now! [chuckles] Just kidding. But you would be dead.
[to Bart] You saved my life?
Yeah. After you were so mean to us.
My prognosis - or is it diagnosis? Whichever. You need to avoid stress. Now what kind of work do you do?
I run a comic book store.
[gasps] Oh dear Lord! We call that profession the "widow-maker"! Or we would, if any of the proprietors were married.
[seeing Comic Book Guy] Hey, Homer, who's the manatee?
[The bar patrons laugh]
Aw, now be nice, Moe. This guy just got out of the hospital.
Oh, sorry. Uh, let me buy you a drink.
Very well. I'll have a shot of cranberry schnapps. [indicates the bottles behind Moe]
[laughs awkwardly] Uh, these, uh, they're just painted on there. [pats the flat wall] Your choices are beer and, uh, egg soakings. [takes out egg jar]
I'll pass. Beer is the nectar of the nitwit.
Nobody badmouths Duff! [breaks a Duff bottle against the counter, causing it to break] Ah, piece of crap!
Come on, you're here to make friends.
Oh, please. If I wanted to hear mindless droning, I'd befriend an air conditioner.
Oh, now he's ragging on air conditioners!
Hey, they keep us cool in the summer, pal!
[Cut to Moe, Carl and Lenny throwing Comic Book Guy out the front door]
And stay out! [they go back inside]
Is there a word in Klingon for "loneliness"? [checks book] Ah, yes: Gar-dacchk!
