Come on, Marge, I want to shake off the dust of this one-horse town. I want to explore the world. I want to watch TV in a different time zone. I want to visit strange, exotic malls. I'm sick of eating hoagies. I want a grinder, a sub, a foot-long hero. I want to live, Marge! Won't you let me live? Won't you, please?!
S6Fear of Flying
[Looking out the airplane window at the landing crew] Wow, we must be really flying high. Those people down there look all tiny and blurry, just like the inside of a cataract.
Marge, what's wrong? Are you hungry? Sleepy? Gassy? Is it gas? It's gas, isn't it?
You know, I have this feeling that we forgot something...
[still on the airplane] AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Eh, I'm sure it's nothin'.
Mom, are you feeling any better?
Yes, but I'd rather not talk about it.
Permit me to solve the mystery: your mother has a fear of flying.
So much for the days when I could say, "At least my mother's normal."
Everyone has a fear of something.
Not everyone.
Sock puppets!
Where!? Where!? [screams]
I just realized we never had a wedding for the cat and the dog. They've been living in sin. [Santa's Little Helper and Snowball II whimper miserably]
Mom, you've been cooking all night?
[in a happy tone] Judge, jury, and executioner, all rolled into one, you are!
See, Dad, I told you Mom would have problems.
No, no, honey, it's all right. Really, I'm fine, I'm all right. Mother always said, "Don't complain. Be good. Behave. Behave. Be nice. Smile. Be polite. Don't make waves..." [walks out]
You heard your mother's ramblings. She's fine, so behave.
Mom, can we talk to you?
Can't talk. Keeping myself in a state of catlike readiness.
Uh, neat. Anyway, Mom, maybe you should go into therapy.
I don't need therapy, I'm fine; and it's too expensive.
And I don't believe in it! It breaks up families, turns wives against husbands, children against fathers, neighbors against me. You don't have to pay some fancy psychiatrist 10 bucks an hour to get top-notch therapy.
Dad, Mom's getting worse. You need to get her to a real psychiatrist; look how tense she is.
She's fine. [realises Marge is sitting down with no sofa under her] Oh.
[sarcastically] All right, Lisa, you got your way. Your mom's going to a psychiatrist. She's going to tell Marge to leave me. It'll break up the family and you'll have to live with your grandmother and pick beans.
Dad, I like picking beans with Grandma.
Well, keep it up, then.
[sarcastically] Okay, I will.
Good. You do that.
Fine.
You'll be picking many a bean.
Hope I do.
[Marge gets on the bus for her first day of school, carrying lunchbox with The Monkees on it]
GGirl
Eww! You like The Monkees? You know they don't write their own songs.
They do so!
GGirl
They don't even play their own instruments.
No! No!
GGirl
That's not even Michael Nesmith's real hat.
Agggghhhh!!!
[to Marge] Did you talk about me in therapy today?
I don't think so.
Tell me the truth! [gasps] Don't tell her I raised my voice. [laughs nervously] Happy family, happy family...
Thank you, Doctor. Whenever the wind whistles through the leaves, I'll think "Lowenstein", "Lowenstein".
ZDr. Zweig
My name is Zweig.
[whispering] Lowenstein...
S6Homer the Great
[upset about being left out] Why won't those stupid idiots let me in their crappy club for jerks?
I've always wondered if there was a god. And now I know. There is, and it's me.
You're not a god, Homer.
Remember, Dad, all glory is fleeting.
So?
Beware the Ides of March.
No.
Dad, I know you think you're happy now, but it's not gonna last forever.
Everything lasts forever.
Don't you see? Getting what you want all time will ultimately leave you unfulfilled and joyless.
Remove the girl.
Dad, you're not with your Stonecutters now, there are no lackeys to carry out your-- [Bart takes away Lisa, then salutes Homer]
SStonecutters
[singing] Who controls the British Crown?
Who keeps the metric system down?
We do, we do
Who leaves Atlantis off the maps?
Who keeps the Martians under wraps?
MMartian
We do, we do
SStonecutters
Who holds back the electric car?
Who makes Steve Guttenberg a star?
We do, we do
Who robs cave fish of their sight?
Who rigs every Oscar night?
SStonecutters
We do... we do!
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