Dad, you are just going through a classic Oedipal anxiety. You remember the story of Oedipus, don't you?
Maybe five bucks will refresh my memory...
[groaning] Oedipus killed his father and married his mother!
God! Who pays for that wedding?!
S12Tennis the Menace
S12Day of the Jackanapes
I think it's good for a show to retire before it gets old and stale.
[walks in tired] Maggie shot Mr. Burns again!
[the family stares blankly at Smithers]
Sideshow Bob is trying to hypnotize Bart
You are in my power.
I am at your command.
I didn't say anything about command. If you are in my power, say so.
I am in your power.
Excellent. Actually, go back to command. No... power, power!
Rakes! My old archenemy.
I thought I was your archenemy?
I have a life outside of you, Bart.
Ah, Krusty, this is your Waterloo. Soon you'll be Napoleon Blownaparte!
TTechie
Ugh, terrible!
Oh, hush up, Leo.
S12New Kids on the Blecch
Who are you?
Aw, you'll find out in due time.
[reading an ID badge hanging from the mirror] Well, it says here your name is L. T. Smash.
The time has come. I'm L. T. Smash.
I want you to meet and greet the other members of the Party Posse. He's smart, he's soulful, he's Milhouse!
[someone spins a chair around to reveal Milhouse, with a new haircut and hipper clothing]
What up, G-money?
Next: He'll break your nose, your glasses, and your heart - Nelson.
[spins chair to reveal Nelson]
Wait, these are just guys from school. Who's next, Ralph Wiggum?
[spins his own chair around] Whee! I'm a pop sensation!
[Lisa takes off a '.' sticker on L.T. Smash's name sign and gasps]
Lt. Smash!
Yeah, that's right. Lt. L.T. Smash.
How could you ruin the good name of Star Blitzzz! Productions?
It's a three-pronged attack. Subliminal, liminal, and super liminal.
Super liminal?
I'll show you.... [Shouts out the window at Lenny and Carl] HEY YOU! Join the navy!
Yeah, alright.
I'm in!
S12Hungry, Hungry Homer
Say, before you leave, Homer, why don't you try our newest product? We've developed an additive that makes Duff beer super, super malty.
[Suspicious] Will this erase my memory?
No, of course not.
[Homer goes to drink, then is syringed by Duffman. He collapses]
[sipping the beer]. Man, this IS malty. But he'll never know!
[Duff and Duffman laugh maniacally]
[Homer's protest song]
Homer [weakly]: Dancing away my hunger pangs
Moving my feet so my stomach won't hurt
I'm kinda like Jesus
But not in the sacrilegious way
[Nighttime, day 9 of his hunger strike, an emaciated Homer sits in his chair and weakly waves his sign as the crowd cheers the game.]
Oh, I'm so hungry. Oh, why keep starving myself? No one cares!
[Homer spots a stray pretzel not too far from him. Desperately, he falls to his hands and knees and crawls toward the pretzel, only to stop when it gets stepped on by the foot of a ghostly figure.]
Who are you?
SCSpirit of César Chávez
The spirit of César Chávez.
Why do you look like César Romero?
SCSpirit of César Chávez
Because you don't know what César Chávez looks like.
Why are you here?
SCSpirit of César Chávez
To tell you not to give up.
Oh, but I wanna!
[From the main office, Howard K. Duff and his assistants watch Homer talking to thin air.]
A1Assistant 1
He's talking to himself, sir.
A2Assistant 2
And his smell is distracting the center fielder.
Hmm, yeah, this is getting sad. Let's bring him in.
[The next morning, Homer is snoring when Duff's assistants unchain him and grab his arms]
A1Assistant 1
Okay, skinny, on your feet.
Huh? What's happening? Did I crush your evil plan?
No, you're being replaced.
[The crowd boos as Homer is escorted away.]
AAnnouncer
And now, taking over for Hungry, Hungry Homer, let's welcome Paint-Drinking Pete!
[The eponymous Pete cheerfully walks onto the field and holds up a bucket of blue paint before downing it. As he falls to the ground, choking and spasming, the crowd cheers]
[The day after Homer has been moved to the stadium, a game is played while Homer runs from side to side, waving his sign 'Hungry For The Truth!'.]
AAnnouncer
Folks, it's time to meet a real super-fan: Hungry, Hungry Homer! He's on a hunger strike 'til the 'Topes win the pennant!
[The crowd cheers.]
What? No! That's not the reason! They're moving the team to Albuquerque!
AAnnouncer
That's right, folks, go, 'Topes!
[The crowd cheers again. Homer slumps into his chair.]
Oh, all this hunger for nothing!
VVendor
Get your Duck!! Fresh, crispy Peking Duck!
OOtto
Hey, duck man! Over here!
[Vendor throws Otto a duck]
OOtto
[eating] Mmmm. [almost orgasmically] Mmmmmm!
[Homer suddenly picks up every sound the crowd makes while eating their snacks.]
Do they have to chew so loud?!
It's been a whole week. Why are you letting my husband die? What does that have to do with baseball?
A1Assistant 1
Death is a natural part of baseball, ma'am.
A2Assistant 2
Oh yeah, the main part.
Guys. Uh, we won't let anything happen to your husband, Mrs Simpson. He's in good hands.
[looking at Homer through a telescope] He's not moving!
[From Marge's POV, we see Homer lying on his back, eyes closed, mouth open. His white shirt is now stained greyed and frayed around the edges, and his pants are being held up by rope. Flies buzz around him.]
He's probably just resting after all the moving he did before you got here. [Aside] Turn on the sprinklers.
[The sprinklers turn on, causing Homer to moan weakly and roll over onto his front]
See? He's fine.
[Marge grumbles in frustration]
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