"The Homer of Seville"
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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.
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.