Homer: Okay, where do you want to go? Lisa: Anywhere but hamburgers, pizza, or fried chicken! Homer: Fine! We'll go to Mars! Homer: If I said `no' the first time, what makes you think I'm going to say `yes' the second time? Lisa: Nothing, but you may say `yes' the ninety-ninth time. Homer: Oh? Try me. Lisa: Please, Dad. Homer: No. Lisa: Please, Dad. Homer: No. Lisa: Please, Dad. Homer: No. Lisa: Please, Dad. Homer: No. Lisa: Please, Dad. Homer: No. Lisa: Please, Dad. Homer: Oh, okay, okay.
Chefs: :Yell in Japanese: Simpsons: AAAAH! Waitress: Please, do not be alarmed, our chefs are just saying Hello. Homer: Oh, okay. HELLO! Bart & Lisa: :sing the song Shaft: Chef: Concentrate, concentrat-- Homer: I WANT FUGU! Homer: Poison? What should I do, what should I do? Tell me, quick. Chef: Oh, no need to panic. There's a map to the hospital on the back of the menu. Dr. Hibbert: You have twenty-four hours to live. Homer: Twenty-four hours! Dr. Hibbert: Well, twenty-two. I'm sorry I kept you waiting so long. Dr. Hibbert: Now, a little death anxiety is normal. You can expect to go through five stages. The first is denial. Homer: No way! Because I'm not dying! Dr. Hibbert: The second is anger. Homer: Why you little! Dr. Hibbert: After that comes fear. Homer: What's after fear? What's after fear? Dr. Hibbert: Bargaining. Homer: Doc, you gotta get me out of this! I'll make it worth your while! Dr. Hibbert: Finally, acceptance. Homer: Well, we all gotta go sometime. Dr. Hibbert: Mr. Simpson, your progress astounds me. Lisa: :Plays 'When The Saints Go Marching In' on her Sax while Homer sings: Homer: This is a videotape for my daughter Maggie. Hi, Maggie! I'm speaking to you from beyond the grave. Woooooooo! Hee hee hee, hope that didn't scare you. Well, Maggie, you're grown-up now, and unless you taped over this, you're probably wondering what kind of man your father was. He was a simple man, a kind man, a gentle man who loved his children and... :phone rings: D'oh! Hello! Yeah, he's here, who is this? :scratches butt: ... Bart's friend Milhouse? Bart! Get your butt down here! Homer: I'll call Barney
:Barney's answering machine message plays, which says 'Nobody's Here' to the tune of a song: Moe: Hello, Moe's Tavern. Birthplace of the Rob Roy. Bart: Is Seymour there? Last name Butts. Moe: Just a sec. Hey, is there a Butz here? A Seymour Butts? Hey, everybody, I wanna Seymour Butts! Wait a minute... Listen, you little scum-sucking pus-bucket! When I get my hands on you, I'm gonna pull out your eyeballs with a corkscrew! Homer: Goodbye, Maggie. Stay as sweet as you are. Goodbye, Lisa. I know you'll make me proud. Goodbye, Bart. ... I like your sheets.
