[scooting a cart of books to Moe's Tavern with his right leg] Must kill Moe. [holds onto the cart, riding along happily] WHEEE!!! [goes back to scooting] Must kill Moe. [holds again] WHEEE!!!
Dear log, can it be true? Do all Simpsons go through a process of dumbening? Wait, that's not how you spell "dumbening". Wait, dumbening isn't even a word. Hmm, I've got to find out more.
Hey, I am too. And your brother's coming along nicely. Look at Bart's homework. Back when he was your age, he was as smart as a chimp. (opens up a box labeled "Bart". On top of a stack of homework is a paper of Bart's from the second grade, with a smiley face and the words "Great Work!" written next to it)
That's right. Then the Simpson genes kicked in! (leafs through the paper like an animator's flip book. The smiley faces on the corners gradually turn into frowns and eventually, the skull and crossbones)
I rounded up every Simpson in the tri-city area so I can prove to you there's nothing wrong with the Simpson genes. This is your great uncle Chet. Go ahead, Chet. Tell her what you do.
[More nervous] Everybody hates birds.. right? [Frantically looks for a successful relative. He spots a dapper looking fellow smoking a cigar.] Wehh, you look pretty successful!
GGuy
Thanks! I play a millionaire at parties. [Face drops] At least, I'd.. like to.