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Dr. Hibbert: Homer, you have a mild back sprain. And you also ingested a dangerous quantity of grave dirt. Homer: Well, you're always telling me I should eat more dirt. Dr. Hibbert: Not dirt, vegetables! Homer: Which grow in what? (Plácido Domingo towel snaps Homer in the locker room after a performance.) Plácido Domingo: Nice set, Homer. That was a hot one. Homer: Wow, praise from Plácido Domingo. Plácido Domingo: Just call me P-Dingo. Homer: Ehh, I'll think about it. Mr. Burns: My boy, you are a star. Homer: Woo-hoo! Mr. Burns: An opera star. Homer: (disappointed) Oh. (Homer warms up his voice before a performance.) Homer: (singing) D'oh, d'oh, d'oh, d'oh, d'oh, d'oh, d'oh, d'oh. Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo-hoo. Stu, stu, stu, stu-pid Flanders. (Ned Flanders peeks in the dressing room.) Ned Flanders: Why the crescendo, my dear, old friend-o? Homer: (singing) Get lost, you waste of a mustache. Ned Flanders: Okily-dokily. (In the dressing room after Homer's first performance.) Bart: Dad, you were great! Lisa: And you contributed to our culture! Homer (worried) Well, I didn't mean to. Lisa: No, no. It's a good thing. Homer: (relieved) Oh, good. This makes up for me showing up drunk to the father-daughter dance. Lisa: The dance isn't till next week. Homer: Sorry, Lisa. Can't change the future. (Mr. Burns and Smithers visit the morgue.) Mr. Burns: Ah, nothing lifts my spirits like shopping. Let's see, (points) I'll take his liver, a case of Adam's apples, (points) that motorcycle man's mustache. Smithers: Oh, the money you've contributed to anti-helmet laws has really paid off, sir. Mr. Burns: Well, young people are my future. (Homer and Marge enjoy the buffet at a wake.) Marge: Oh Homer, you gotta try this roast beef au jus. (Homer takes a bite.) Homer: Mmm! Au jus! Not quite gravy, not quite blood. Homer: (to Julia) So, did you see the show tonight? Remember the part where I forgot the words and I just sang "Uh-oh Spaghetti-os"? I'm hoping they send me a case. Homer: That church service was so boring! I did a whole book of find-a-words. Lisa: Dad, all you circled were the I's and A's. Homer: Those are words. Marge: Homer, we're trapped! Your fans will rip us to pieces! Homer: Not me. They love me. |
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