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1 : No thanks to the plane, many of us are still... Everyone : Alive! Man 2 : We certainly are. Man 3 : Pass me another hunk of copilot. |
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| Homer : Marge, it's 3 AM! ....Shouldn't you be baking? | |
| Homer
: 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. Lisa : Dad, I like picking beans with Gramma. Homer : Well, keep it up, then. Lisa : OK, I will. Homer : Good. You do that. Lisa : Fine. Homer : You'll be picking many a bean. Lisa : Hope I do. |
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| Homer : It's okay, Marge. We don't need to go on a trip. We'll just wait for the killer bees to come to us. | |
| Lisa
: Mom, you've been cooking all night? Marge : Judge, jury, and executioner, all rolled into one, you are! Lisa : See, Dad, I told you Mom would have problems. Marge : 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 wink... Homer : You heard your mother's ramblings. She's fine, so behave. |
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| Homer
: Don't worry about a thing, honey. I'm going to help you through this.
Those are all normal noises. Luggage compartment closing...cross checking...just
sit back and relax. That's just the engine powering up...that's just the
engine struggling...That's just a carp swimming around your ankles... Marge : Mmm... |
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| Lisa
: Look on the bright side, Dad. Did you know that the Chinese use the same
word for "crisis" as they do for "opportunity"? Homer : Yes! Cris-atunity. |
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| Homer
: Wow, classy. Maitre D' : Good evening, sir. Would you please leave without a fuss right now? Homer : OK. |
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| Psychic
: Hello, "Radio Psychic". You will die a terrible, terrible
death. Marge : (gasp) Psychic : Ooh, I'm sorry! That was our last caller. OK, I'm getting something now. Hmm. OK, you will die a terrible, terrible death. |
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| Marge
: What if you pretended that this couch were a bar? Then you could spend
more nights at home with us. Huh? Homer : I'm not going to dignify that with an answer. |
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| Dr.
Zweig : Let's talk about your father. Marge : Sure. OK, I'll talk about father...Father Christmas. That's what they call Santa Claus in England. They drive on the wrong side of the road there. Now that's crazy. Heh. People are always saying how small England is but you couldn't fit it all in here, not by a long shot. Heh heh. You know what? I'm cured. |
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| Official
: In exchange for your silence, I'm prepared to offer your family free
tickets to anywhere in the United States. Excluding Alaska and Hawaii, the
freak states. Homer : Woo hoo! (at home) Good news, everybody! Because I endangered lives, we can fly anywhere we want! Bart : Alaska! Lisa : Hawaii! |
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| Marge
: (breathing deeply) I think I'll go get a picture of the plane taking
off. Homer : Marge, what's wrong? Are you hungry? Sleepy? Gassy? Gassy? Is it gas? It's gas, isn't it? |
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| Homer
: Did you talk about me in therapy today? Marge : I don't think so. Homer : Tell me the truth! (gasp) Don't tell her I raised my voice. Don't. (laughs nervously) Happy family, happy family. |
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Guy
: Greetings, good men. Might I trouble you for a drink? Moe : Oh, get out of here, Homer. Guy : Homer? Who is Homer? My name is Guy Incognito. (is beaten up) |
| Official : If word gets out about this, Krazy Klown Airlines will be a laughingstock. | |
| Marge
: Let me off the plane. I'm asking you nicely to open the doors! Homer : Take it easy, Marge. How about if we dope you up real good? Marge : Let me off let me off let me off let me off let me off let me off! |
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| Marge
: I don't want to be a wet blanket, but getting on a plane like that seems
like a hassle coupled with a burden. Homer : 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?! |
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Homer
: The last bar in Springfield...if they don't let me in here, I'm going to
have to quit drinking! Homer's liver : Yay! Homer : Shut up, liver! (punches it) Ow! My liver hurts. |
| Marge
: The kids at school were even worse. (young Marge gets on the bus, sits next to a girl) Girl : Ew! You like the Monkees? You know they don't write their own songs. Marge : They do so! Girl : They don't even play their own instruments. Marge : No...no! Girl : That's not even Michael Nesmith's real hat. Marge : Aaaaaah! |
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| Homer
: Ever since you started therapy, all you can do is talk about yourself.
Well what about me, Marge? Marge : I just left my first session and I haven't even opened my mouth yet! Homer : You see? You see? "I just left my first session and I haven't opened my mouth yet". |
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| Lisa
: Mom, can we talk to you? Marge : Can't talk. Keeping myself in a state of catlike readiness. Lisa : Uhhh, neat. |
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| Norm
: Woody...gimme a beer. Woody : I think you've had enough, Mr. Peterson. My chiropractor says I can't carry you home any more. Norm : Just gimme another beer, you brain-dead hick! I'll kill you! I'll kill all of you! Cliff : Whoa, settle down, Normy. Gotta save those pipes for Karaoke. |
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Homer : Oh my God! This man is my exact double. (gasp) That dog has a puffy tail! Hee hee hee! Here, Puff! Here, Puff! Hee hee hee! |
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Marge
: Sock puppets! Homer : Where?! Where?! Aaah! Aaaah! |
| DJ
: Thank you for calling "Radio Psychic". Do you have a song
request? Homer : "It's Raining Men"! |
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| Carla
: Sammy, you're too old to go on a date with two twins on the same night
you're supposed to marry Diane without Rebecca knowing. Sam : OK, Carla, I'll make you a bet: if this affects my major league comeback, I'll sell the bar. |
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| Homer
: Lisa, the important thing is for your mother to repress what happened.
Push it deep down inside her, so she'll never annoy us again. Lisa : But if we don't encourage her to vent her feelings, they can come out in other ways. Marge : I just realized we never had a wedding for the cat and the dog...they've been living in sin! (the pets moan) |
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| Marge
: Ready for breakfast, Dr. Smith? Homer : Oh, being stuck on this godforsaken planet has vanquished what little appetite I have. Lisa : Warning. Warning. Dr. Smith refuses to do his astrochores. Homer : Why, you clattering clank of cogs and...my fair lady, as you well know, my back is a disaster area. Oh, the pain. Oh, the pain of it all! Lisa : Danger. Danger. My hook are flailing wildly. |
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| Mrs.
Bouvier : He's a pilot. He flies all over the world. Marge : I want to see Daddy fly. Mrs. Bouvier : Margie! No, come back! Marge : Daddy? Daddy, where are you da... Mr. Bouvier : So, who wants pre-flight cookie? Fig Newtons? Hydrox? Marge : Daddy? Aah! Daddy : Don't look at me. Don't look at me! (Back to the present) Marge : (crying) My father was a stewardess! |
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| Marge
: Thank you, doctor. Whenever the wind whistles through the leaves, I'll
think "Lowenstein", "Lowenstein". Dr. Zweig : My name is Zweig. Marge : Lowenstein... |