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| DJ
: Top of the hour, time for the morning news. But of course, there is no
news yet. Everyone's still asleep in their comfy, comfy beds. Good night,
everybody. Bart : (moans) |
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| Principal
Skinner : Blueprints of the dummy, notarized photos of you making the
dummy, and an alternate wording for the banner, "Buttzilla". Bart : Race you to Utah, Milhouse. Milhouse : OK. |
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| Database
: As the first student at Springfield Elementary to discover a comet, we're
very proud to make you a member of our very select group. Welcome to Super
Friends. Bart : Huh? Everyone : Welcome, Super Friend. Ham : I am called Ham, because I enjoy ham radio. This is E-mail, Cosine, Report Card, Database, and Lisa. Your nickname will be Cosmos. |
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| Database : I make it a point never to turn my head unless I expect to see something. | |
| (siren sounds, people gasp) Abe : Sounds like the doomsday whistle! Ain't been blown for nigh onto three years. Jasper : Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. Trouble abrewin'. |
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| Bart
: So what am I supposed to do exactly? Principal Skinner : Just write down my findings as I give them to you. Six hours nineteen minutes right ascension, fourteen degrees twenty-two minutes declination: no sighting. Bart : Mm hmm. Principal Skinner : Six hours nineteen minutes right ascension, fourteen degrees twenty-three minutes declination: no sighting. Bart : Mm hmm. (later) Principal Skinner : Six hours nineteen minutes right ascension, fourteen degrees fifty-eight minutes declination: no sighting. Did you get that one, Bart? Bart : Hell no. |
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| Professor Frink : N-guy. | |
| Pilot
: Iraqis again. Launching sidewinder missle. (missle is fired, hits another plane) Pilot : Missed 'em. Launching second sidewinder missle. (2nd missle is fired, hits the pilot's plane) Pilot : This is what happens when you cut money out of the military and put it into health care! Pilot 2 : It's a good program! Just give it a chance, that's all I ask! (their parachutes' snap and they fall to the ground) Pilots : Aaaaah! (fists are thrown on the ground) |
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| E-mail : To the observatory! | |
| Marge
: Homer, what if this doesn't work? Homer : Well, then I have a backup plan. See? While the unprepared are still sitting around twiddling their thumbs and going (hums a tune) Bart : Dad! Homer : So anyway, we get in our car and take the bridge out of town, all the while they're still going (hums once again). |
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| Marge
: Oh honey, I'm so proud of you. Bart : But, then again you've always been proud of me. Marge : ....Yes. |
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| Homer
: It's times like this I wish I were a religious man. Reverend Lovejoy : It's all over, people! We don't have a prayer, aaaaah! |
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| Principal Skinner : I got back at him though. Him and that little boy of his. | |
| Professor
Frink : As the comet hurtles toward the city, our rocket will
intercept it and blow it to smithereens. (model rocket smashes into comet, model comet explodes and Moe's Bar catches on fire) Moe : Oh dear God, no! |
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| Bart
: What's really amazing is that this is exactly what Dad said would happen. Lisa : Yeah...Dad was right. Homer : I know, kids. I'm scared too. (the three shudder nervously) |
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| Principal Skinner : Ah, there's nothing more exciting than science. You get all the fun of sitting still, being quiet, writing down numbers, paying attention...heh, science has it all. | |
| Professor
Frink : N-guy, good evening ladies and... Man : Quit stalling! What's the plan?! Professor Frink : All right, just take your seat, just take your seat. |
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| Lisa
: Dad, don't you think... Homer : Uh, Lisa, the whole reason we have elected officials is so we don't have to think all the time. Just like that rainforest scare a few years back: our officials saw there was a problem and they fixed it, didn't they? Lisa : No, Dad, I don't think... Homer : There's that word again. |