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]
[Marge grumbles in frustration]
Well, Homer, your hunger strike lasted 12 amazing days.
Of course you are, Hungry Hungry Homer. So why not break your fast with our brand new Isotope Dog Supreme?
[Smells the hot dog]. Oh, so hard to resist. Mesquite-grilled onions, jalapeño relish... Wait a minute, those are South Western ingredients! [The crowd gasps]. Mango-lime salsa? That's the kind of bold flavour they enjoy in... [Grabs the microphone]. Albuquerque!
[The crowd gasps even more.]
Yeah, and the wrapper says Albuquerque Isotopes
Homer was right, they're planning to move the team!
[Everyone starts getting angry at Howard.]
Now, now, see here, people. Let's not be too hasty.
Tell the truth! Come on, everybody!
CCrowd
Tell the truth! Tell the truth!
[Duffman proceeds to get Homer out of the fields.]
Don't listen to him, Duffman. For once in your life, stand up for the little guy.
[Duffman repeatedly turns to Howard and Homer].
New feelings brewing in Duffman! What would Jesus do?
Okay, here's the situation: We're hopelessly lost and about to die.
[a crocodile roars up from the river. The family screams]
Don't worry! Being eaten by a crocodile is just like going to sleep... in a giant blender.
Homer wants a brownie. I'm gonna get one.
Or is it the right? Look out for the reach-around! He shoots, he sc- [Marge accidentally cut his thumb off, he screams] My thumb! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!
Sorry doesn't put thumbs on the hand, Marge!
