Marge: [reads the letter about the school bus not being operational] Homer: So... how bout those rainbow suspenders, huh? Bart: Dad! Homer: Pretty cool way to keep your pants up eh? Homer: I see these kids now with 'Jive' printed on their shirts, pff. Now I can teach you how to say 'Jive'. Lisa: Dad, please just drive the car, dad. Homer: I'm watchin' the road, sweetie. You Jiiiiive turkey. See, you've got to sass it. Quit Jiiiiiiivin' me turkey. You've got to sass it! A turkey is a bad person. Announcer: KFSL Fossil 103. Classic hits from Abba to Zepplin. [music starts playing] Nelson: Bleh... tell him! Milhouse: Uuuh, Mr. Simpson, sir. Can you please change the radio station! Homer: Now when I listen to a really good song, I start nodding my head, like I'm saying 'yeeess' to every beat. Yes Yes Yes, this rocks. And then sometimes I switch it up like. No, No, No! Don't stop-a-rockin'! Bart: Dad, no one cares about any of your stupid dinosaur bands. You have the worst, lamest taste in music ever. Homer: I'm just trying to party with you guys! Bart: Homer, first of all, it's par-tay, and second, we wouldn't par-tay with you if you were the last dad on earth! Homer: (singing) You make me feel like dancin' Barney: I wanna dance the night away. Abe: What the hell are you two doing? Barney: It's called rockin' out! Homer: You wouldn't understand dad, you're not "with it". Abe: I used to be with it, but then they changed what "it" was, now what I'm with isn't it. And whats "it" seems weird and scary to me. Milhouse: Hey wait! I'm okay today. My mom brought me deodorant. Cypress Hill: Before we start, we have a lost child here. If she's not claimed within the next hour, she will become the property of Blockbuster Entertainment. [They start singing] Lisa: It may be bleek, but this music is really getting to the crowd. Bart: Ah, making teenagers depressed is like shooting fish into a barrel.
[Snippit of Smashing Pumpkins - Zero] Homer: Oh, It makes no sense. I havent changed since high school and suddenly I'm uncool. Guy: Aw man, there goes Peter Framptons big finale. He's gonna be pissed off. Peter: You're damn right I'm gonna be pissed off, I bought that pig at Pink Floyds yard sale. Homer: [nervously] Hi everybody....... is everybody.... good? Freak Show Manager: Gee I don't like the sound of that. Homer: No biggy, I'm cool. Freak Show Manager: Homer, nothings more important to me than the health and well-being of my freaks... I'm sending you to a vet. Marge: This is so exciting. Last time I got to go backstage was when Bart ripped his pants at the Christmas play. Bart: Mom! Guy: Haw Haw! Cypress Hill: Hey man, did we order a.. an orchestra? [whispers pass around] Uh, oh yeah yeah, we think we did.. uh, do you know 'Insane In The Brain'? Orchestra Guy: Uhh... we mostly know classical. But we could give it a shot.
[the orchestra play over the top of Insane In The Brain] Marge: This I like. Peter Frampton: Do you feel......... like we do. Jimbo: Man, that guys guitar is talking. Otto: Hey, my shoes are talking too. Otto's Shoes: Don't worry, we wont hurt you, we only want to have some fun.
