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Bart: "Mom, Dad, I saw a UFO!"

[Reaches for light switch]

Homer and Marge: "Don't turn on that light! Don't turn on that light!"

Lisa: Mom! Dad! Look, this biography of Peter Ueberroth is only 99 cents. And I found the new Al Gore book. [holds it up]

Marge: [reading the cover] Sane Planning, Sensible Tomorrow.

Lisa: Yeah, I hope it's as exciting as his other book, Rational Thinking, Reasonable Future.

Marge: Homer, wake up! Wake up!

Homer: Wha?

Marge: We need to talk about the...marital difficulties we've been having lately.

Homer: Marge, there's just too much pressure, what with my job, the kids, traffic snarls, political strife at home and abroad. But I promise you, the second all those things go away, we'll have sex.

Marge: I simply can't wait that long. Maybe we should get some help... how about a book?

Homer: [excited] Ooh, OK!

Marge: A tasteful book.

Homer: [unexcited] Oh, all right.

Grampa: Welcome home, son. I broke two lamps and lost all your mail. What's wrong with your wife?

Homer: Nevermind, you wouldn't understand.

Grampa: Flu?

Homer: No.

Grampa: Protein deficiency?

Homer: No.

Grampa: Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis?

Homer: No.

Grampa: Unsatisfying sex life?

Homer: N- yes. But please, don't you say that word.

Grampa: What, seeex? What's so unappealing about hearing your elderly father talk about sex? I had seeeeex.

Homer: Kids! Here's $50, why not go to the movies, then take a cab to your aunts' house? Stay there, phone call you later. Now, now, now!

Homer: Ooh, mama! This is finally, really happening. After years of disappointment with get-rich-quick schemes, I know I'm gonna get rich with this scheme... and quick!

Marge: Here he is: Rex Harrison and Paul Anka rolled into one. Ooh, hmm. That tonic really works—you and Grampa should bottle it and go into business together.

Homer: You want me to spend more time with Dad? What about my New Year's resolution?

Marge: You can make a lot of money...

Homer: Yeah! Where are my pants?

Marge: You threw them out the window in a fit of passion. You said you were never going to need them again.

Grampa: Step right up, folks, and witness the magnificent medicinal miracle of Simpson & Son's patented revitalizing toniiic. Put some ardor in your larder with our energizing, moisturizing, tantalizing, romanticizing, surprising, her-prizing, revitalizing tonic.

Kirk Van Houten: Tonight, we'll push the twin beds together... and I found something for Milhouse down at the mall, too: [hands it to him] A pup tent!

Milhouse: Oh, boy! Now I can sleep out in the yard.

Kirt van Houten: Yeah! Every single night.

Milhouse: What's going on? Where are all the grown-ups?

Nelson: Who cares? With no adults, I run this city. [pauses, looks awkward] Um... carry on. [walks off]

Bart: Listen to this: [reads] "Unexplainable behavior: individuals acting in a secretive fashion are often involved with UFOs or other paranormal phenomena, e.g., telephone explosions."

Milhouse: Jeez... if it's in a book, it's gotta be true!

Bart: Scary, no? [points at author's photo] And this guy's head of the Spaceology Department at the Correspondence College of Tampa!

Ralph: [walking up] Will you cook my dinner for me? My parents aren't around and I'm not allowed to turn on the stove.

Grampa: Hurry up! We've got a lot of tonic to sell and a lot of towns to visit: Frigid Falls, Mount Seldom, Lake Flaccid...

Homer: Great. I'm going to be stuck in the car all weekend with that wheezy windbag.

Grampa: You're the worst shill I've ever seen! You're a disgrace to the medicine shill business.

Homer: They didn't start chasing us until you turned on that getaway music! [turns radio playing banjo music off; banjo music stops]

[pickup full of hillbillies stops and turns around]

Bart: OK, it's not painfully clear the adults are definitely paving the way for an invasion by the saucer people.

Milhouse: You fool! Can't you see it's a massive government conspiracy? Or have they gotten to you too?

[he and Bart start wrestling]

Lisa: Hey! Hey, hey, stop it! Stop it! Why are you guys jumping to such ridiculous conclusions? Haven't you ever heard of Occam's Razor? "The simplest explanation is probably the correct one."

Bart: So what's the simplest explanation?

Lisa: I don't know. Maybe they're all reverse vampires and they have to get home before dark.

Everyone: Aah! Reverse vampires! Reverse vampires!

Grampa: Hey, wait a minute! That's Amos Pearson's moose farm. Make a right here.

[Homer does so and they get out of the car.]

Homer: Ew! Why are we stopping at this dump?

Grampa: That's the house you grew up in, son.

Homer: Wow. Let's go find that hot dog tree I planted.

Grampa: Yeah, we lived here 'til the bank foreclosed in '63. Farm went bust after the cows started giving sour milk. Something must have spooked 'em good.

[flashback to young Homer in the barn]

Homer: Nah, stupid cows! Nyah, nyeah, nyeah nyeah, nyeah! [flaps his tongue at them] Boo, boo, boo! Aah! Aah!

Grampa: [points to old TV] There she is, the old Radiation King. You'd park yourself right there and watch for hours on end.

[Abe points out young Homer's shadow burned into the floor and wall. Flashback to Homer watching Kennedy on TV.]

Kennedy: If I may, Helen, I'd like to respond to that question with yet another flip remark. [reporters laugh and sigh]

Homer: Wow. [walks into kitchen] Look at me, er, uh, Mom: I am, er, uh, President Kennedy.

Mona Simpson: Oh, Abe. Maybe our Homer could grow up to be President some day.

Grampa: You, President? This is the greatest country in the world. We've got a whole system set up to prevent people like you from ever becoming president. Quit your daydreaming, melonhead!

[Back to the present.]

Grampa: Quit your daydreaming, melonhead!

Homer: Dad, how come you never gave me any encouragement? Maybe I could have been something more than I am. Like a travel agent, to great scientist, or the inventor of a hilarious refrigerator alarm.

Grampa: Who are you to complain? You locked me up in a home and give me the same damn shower safety seat every Christmas.

[in the car]

Homer: Your whole life you never said one nice thing to me.

Grampa: That's 'cause you're a screw-up.

Homer: You're the screw-up!

Grampa: Why you little... [strangles Homer]

Homer: All right, all right. That's it: we're going home! I'm sick of you and your stupid tonic.

Grampa: If I hadn't taken that stupid tonic 38 years ago, you'd have never been born and I'd have been happy. You were an accident!

Homer: [gasps, stops the car] Get out.

Grampa: I'm sorry I said that.

Homer: Out.

Grampa: I'm going to get out of the car, and I hope you'll find it in your heart not to drive away... [Homer drives off] Well, I'll be all right as long as I can remember my army training. [later that night, he still stands there] Dang.

Marge: Homey, are you really going to ignore Grampa for the rest of your life.

Homer: Of course not, Marge, just for the rest of his life. He said I was an accident...he didn't want to have me.

Marge: You didn't want to have Bart.

Homer: I know, but you're never supposed to tell the child.

Marge: You tell Bart all the time! You told him this morning.

Homer: But when I do it, it's cute.

Milhouse: The Rand Corporation, in conjunction with the saucer people...

Bart: Thank you.

Milhouse:...under the supervision of the reverse vampires...

Lisa: [sighs]

Milhouse:...are forcing our parents to go to bed early in a fiendish plot to eliminate the meal of dinner!

Grampa: And just feast your ears on this tantalizing testimonial from my own flesh and blood, the son that puts the fun in Simpson & Son, my son, Barney!

Barney: [walks out from behind a curtain] I used to be a fat, disgusting slob. [belches]

Man: That medicine seems to be giving your son a lot of gas.

Grampa: I assure you his belching is the result of an unrelated alcohol problem.

Barney: Oh -- [collapses]

Homer: Kids, your daddy and his daddy are involved in a very [stares at Bart's candy bar] sticky, nutty, chewy, chocolatey—Put it away, boy! -- situation.

Bart: No offense, Homer, but your half-assed under-parenting was a lot more fun than your half-assed over-parenting.

Homer: But I'm using my whole ass.

Lisa: Dad, it's just that too much of your love can really be...scary.

Homer: Some day you'll thank me for all this scary love. But now I've gotta go somewhere and do some serious thinking.

[Homer gets in the car and drives off.]

Bart: I'm sure he meant to say "serious drinking."

Lisa: That's what I assumed.

Homer: Dad!

Grampa: Son!

Homer: I'm a screw-up. I burned down our house.

Grampa: No, I'm a screw-up. I burned down our house.

Homer: You know what?

Grampa: What?

Homer: We're both screw-ups.