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− | + | {{qf|[[Chet Manners]]}} ''[on TV]'' Hi, I'm Colonel Chet Manners, five-time space shuttle alternate. | |
− | {{qf| | + | {{qf|[[Bart]]}} Lo-ser. |
− | + | {{qf|Chet Manners}} ''[on TV]'' Do you want to boldly go where people like me, but not me, have gone before? Then get the Orbit King -- with yaw control like you've never seen! | |
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− | {{qf| | + | {{qf|Bart}} Hey Lis, is Dad's credit card number 5784365343410709? |
− | {{qf|[[ | + | {{qf|[[Lisa]]}} You know it is. |
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− | {{qf|[[ | + | {{qf|[[Milhouse Van Houten]]}} I didn't know your dad was so interested in science. |
− | {{qf| | + | {{qf|Homer}} ''[alarmed]'' Science!? |
+ | {{qf|Bart}} Uh, he didn't say "science." He said "pie pants." | ||
+ | {{qf|Homer}} Mmm, pie pants. | ||
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− | {{qf|[[ | + | {{qf|[[Ned Flanders]]}} Greetings from Nedily Space Center on Cape Flandaveral. We noticed your sky-ro-technics and thought we'd join in. Ooh, looks like a perfect landing! |
− | {{qf| | + | {{qf|Milhouse}} Wow, did you see that yaw control? |
− | {{qf| | + | {{qf|Homer}} ''[bitter]'' I have eyes, don't I? |
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− | {{qf|[[ | + | {{qf|Homer}} Now all we need is [[Nibbles|our astronaut]]. Bart, where's America's newest hero? |
+ | {{qf|Bart}} He's saying goodbye to his wife. | ||
+ | {{qf|[[Marge]]}} ''[sadly]'' Oh, he's leaving her with five babies. | ||
+ | {{qf|Bart}} She already ate three. | ||
+ | {{qf|Marge}} Oh, that's sensible. | ||
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− | {{qf| | + | {{qf|Homer}} Son, we are about to break the surly bonds of gravity and punch the face of God. |
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− | {{qf| | + | {{qf|[[Reverend Lovejoy]]}} People, we need some fund-raising ideas. |
− | {{qf| | + | {{qf|Marge}} Let's just write to [[David Bowie]] again. |
− | {{qf| | + | {{qf|Reverend Lovejoy}} Oh, he's done enough for this church. Anyone else? |
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− | {{qf|Lenny}} | + | {{qf|[[Mr. Burns]]}} I've got the answer. Just let me run this church like a business. |
− | {{qf|Richard Gere}} It's a good thing Buddhism teaches freedom from desire | + | {{qf|Ned}} It's kind of you to offer, Mr. Burns, but buzz around town is that you're, well, evil. |
+ | {{qf|Mr. Burns}} Oh, that's just a skip-rope rhyme. Believe me, the Lord's gonna go for this in a big way. Now, who's with me? | ||
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+ | {{qf|[[Lindsey Naegle]]}} I guarantee I can find some new revenue streams. Step one: let's sell some ad space. Reverend, how would you feel about wearing this robe? | ||
+ | {{qf|Reverend Lovejoy}} Hmmm. Conflicted. | ||
+ | {{qf|Mr. Burns}} Too bad. You've already signed the deal! | ||
+ | {{qf|Lindsey Naegle}} Actually, he hasn't. | ||
+ | {{qf|Mr. Burns}} Oh. Well, we highly value your input. Until you sign the deal! | ||
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+ | {{qf|Reverend Lovejoy}} ...and thank Crazy Larry, whose Big-Screen TV prices are insane-ane-ane! And now to deliver a special sermon on the sanctity of deliciousness... the [[Noid]]! | ||
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+ | {{qf|Marge}} Oh honey, I'm worried about your soul. I want at least one person from this family to go to [[Heaven]]. | ||
+ | {{qf|Lisa}} I still believe in God. I just think there's another path to Him, or Her. | ||
+ | {{qf|Marge}} Her?! She's just kidding, Mr. Lord. | ||
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+ | {{qf|Lisa}} Lenny and Carl? You guys are Buddhists? | ||
+ | {{qf|[[Carl Carlson]]}} Oh yeah, if I didn't have inner peace, I'd completely go psycho on all you guys all the time. | ||
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+ | {{qf|{{Ch|Richard Gere}}}} It's a good thing Buddhism teaches freedom from desire. 'Cause I've got the desire to kick your ass. | ||
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+ | {{qf|[[Lenny Leonard]]}} I dream about meatball sandwiches. All you can eat for two bucks. | ||
+ | {{qf|Richard Gere}} Good luck. | ||
+ | ---- | ||
+ | {{qf|Ned}} My Satan sense is tingling! Into the root cellar, boys! | ||
+ | {{qf|[[Todd Flanders]]}} When can we come out? | ||
+ | {{qf|Ned}} Maybe never. | ||
+ | {{qf|[[Rod]] and Todd}} Yayyy! | ||
+ | ---- | ||
+ | {{qf|Homer}} So, you think you know better than this family, huh. Well, as long as you're in my house, you'll do what I do and believe what I believe. So butter your bacon! | ||
+ | {{qf|Bart}} Yes, father. | ||
+ | {{qf|Lisa}} Mom, Dad, my spiritual quest is over... | ||
+ | {{qf|Homer}} Hold that thought. Bacon up that sausage, boy. | ||
+ | {{qf|Bart}} But Dad, my heart hurts. | ||
+ | ---- | ||
+ | {{qf|Marge}} Ah. Well, you do have a present under the tree. I guess no one told Santa you were a Buddhist. | ||
+ | {{qf|Lisa}} Well, Santa can take it back because I'm not ruled by material desi-- Is that a pony? | ||
+ | {{qf|Homer}} I don't know what Santa left you. I just know his name is [[Clip-Clop]] and he loves sugar. | ||
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- Chet Manners: [on TV] Hi, I'm Colonel Chet Manners, five-time space shuttle alternate.
- Bart: Lo-ser.
- Chet Manners: [on TV] Do you want to boldly go where people like me, but not me, have gone before? Then get the Orbit King -- with yaw control like you've never seen!
- Bart: Hey Lis, is Dad's credit card number 5784365343410709?
- Lisa: You know it is.
- Milhouse Van Houten: I didn't know your dad was so interested in science.
- Homer: [alarmed] Science!?
- Bart: Uh, he didn't say "science." He said "pie pants."
- Homer: Mmm, pie pants.
- Ned Flanders: Greetings from Nedily Space Center on Cape Flandaveral. We noticed your sky-ro-technics and thought we'd join in. Ooh, looks like a perfect landing!
- Milhouse: Wow, did you see that yaw control?
- Homer: [bitter] I have eyes, don't I?
- Homer: Now all we need is our astronaut. Bart, where's America's newest hero?
- Bart: He's saying goodbye to his wife.
- Marge: [sadly] Oh, he's leaving her with five babies.
- Bart: She already ate three.
- Marge: Oh, that's sensible.
- Homer: Son, we are about to break the surly bonds of gravity and punch the face of God.
- Reverend Lovejoy: People, we need some fund-raising ideas.
- Marge: Let's just write to David Bowie again.
- Reverend Lovejoy: Oh, he's done enough for this church. Anyone else?
- Mr. Burns: I've got the answer. Just let me run this church like a business.
- Ned: It's kind of you to offer, Mr. Burns, but buzz around town is that you're, well, evil.
- Mr. Burns: Oh, that's just a skip-rope rhyme. Believe me, the Lord's gonna go for this in a big way. Now, who's with me?
- Lindsey Naegle: I guarantee I can find some new revenue streams. Step one: let's sell some ad space. Reverend, how would you feel about wearing this robe?
- Reverend Lovejoy: Hmmm. Conflicted.
- Mr. Burns: Too bad. You've already signed the deal!
- Lindsey Naegle: Actually, he hasn't.
- Mr. Burns: Oh. Well, we highly value your input. Until you sign the deal!
- Reverend Lovejoy: ...and thank Crazy Larry, whose Big-Screen TV prices are insane-ane-ane! And now to deliver a special sermon on the sanctity of deliciousness... the Noid!
- Marge: Oh honey, I'm worried about your soul. I want at least one person from this family to go to Heaven.
- Lisa: I still believe in God. I just think there's another path to Him, or Her.
- Marge: Her?! She's just kidding, Mr. Lord.
- Lisa: Lenny and Carl? You guys are Buddhists?
- Carl Carlson: Oh yeah, if I didn't have inner peace, I'd completely go psycho on all you guys all the time.
- Richard Gere: It's a good thing Buddhism teaches freedom from desire. 'Cause I've got the desire to kick your ass.
- Lenny Leonard: I dream about meatball sandwiches. All you can eat for two bucks.
- Richard Gere: Good luck.
- Ned: My Satan sense is tingling! Into the root cellar, boys!
- Todd Flanders: When can we come out?
- Ned: Maybe never.
- Rod and Todd: Yayyy!
- Homer: So, you think you know better than this family, huh. Well, as long as you're in my house, you'll do what I do and believe what I believe. So butter your bacon!
- Bart: Yes, father.
- Lisa: Mom, Dad, my spiritual quest is over...
- Homer: Hold that thought. Bacon up that sausage, boy.
- Bart: But Dad, my heart hurts.
- Marge: Ah. Well, you do have a present under the tree. I guess no one told Santa you were a Buddhist.
- Lisa: Well, Santa can take it back because I'm not ruled by material desi-- Is that a pony?
- Homer: I don't know what Santa left you. I just know his name is Clip-Clop and he loves sugar.