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Did you know that disco record sales were up 400% for the year ending 1976? If these trends continue, aaaayyyyyy... | Uh, your fish are dead. |
Don't forget fat people. They can't stop eating! | Hey, pretzels! |
Here? Our plant? | That's right, Lenny. Let's all give in to deliciousness, the Pretzel Wagon way. |
Thank you. | That means thank you, Marge. |
Oh, cheer up, Mom. You can't buy publicity like that. Thousands and thousands of people saw your pretzels injuring Whitey Ford. | You could call 'em Whitey Whackers. |
Of course. Right this way. | Oh, I guess I should speak to the executor of his estate. |
Hello? Uh, no, Pretzel Wagon's no longer -- Three hundred pretzels?! Wait, wait, let me get this down. Mmm... Mmm... Meatpackers Union Hall... Batavia, New York... I'll send them right out! Homer, Homie, wake up! Wake up, I'm back in business! | I had a feeling things would work out for you, honey. |
Here you go, Homer. | Thanks, Moe. |
Hey, wait a minute -- this is real money! | Yeah, my wife is raking it in. |
Greetings, Homer. | Hey, Fat Tony! You still with the Mafia? |
Now, the time has come for you to do us a favor. | You mean the mob only did me a favor to get something in return? Oh, Fat Tony... I will say good day to you, sir. |
Homer, did you tell the Mafia they could eliminate my competitors with savage beatings and attempted murder? | In those words? Yes. |
Oh, it just sickens me. How could you do this to someone you love? | How could I not? I saw you pouring your heart and soul into this business and getting nowhere. I saw you desperately trying to cram one more salty treat into America's already bloated snack-hole. So I did what I could. I did what any loving husband would do: I reached out to some violent mobsters. |
Oh, Homer, I know you were trying to shield me from failure, but this is my business, and the Mafia's not getting one cent of my money! | So what are we gonna do? |
I'm afraid I must insist. You see, my wife, she has been most vocal on the subject of the pretzel monies: "Where's the money?," "When are you going to get the money?," "Why aren't you getting the money now?," and so on. So please, the money. | You heard her. She said "no." |
Homie, maybe we should go inside. | But Marge, that little guy hasn't done anything yet. |
Homie, maybe we should go inside. | Look at him. He's gonna do something. And you know it's gonna be good! |
Alright, popcorn's ready! | Hey, that's the fire alarm! |
Damnation! What kind of slowcoaches do I have working for me? Ah, here comes one of our fellows now. | I think I won, Mr. Burns. |
Yes, you won all right. You won more than you bargained for. | Woo hoo! |
No, you take that back! | Hit 'em, Carl! You too, Lenny! |
Teamwork is overrated. | Huh? |
All right. Let me start off by telling you this will not be a walk in the park. This will be the most arduous and backbreaking weekend of your life. I cannot overemphasize the dangers which... did you bring your family, Simpson? | Uh... yes sir. I thought I was supposed to. |
Each two-man team will work its way through the wilderness to a cabin hidden somewhere on this mountain. The routes are treacherous, so use your maps. | Uh, I lost my map. |
Now as an added incentive, the second to last team to arrive at the cabin will receive an hilarious "World's Worst Employee" trophy. | Hey, this sounds like fun. |
And the last team to arrive will be fired. | Uh-oh. |
I've placed all your names in this hat-- | Oooh. |
Tell me, Simpson, if an opportunity arose for taking a small shortcut, you wouldn't be averse to taking it would you? | Uh, not as such. |
Neither would I. I've always felt that there's far too much hysteria these days about so-called "cheating". | Yes, lotta hysteria... |
Mmm-hmm. If you can take advantage of a situation in some way, it's your duty as an American to do it. Why should the race always be to the swift or the Jumble to the quick-witted? Should they be allowed to win merely because of the gifts God gave them? Well, I say, cheating is the gift Man gives himself. | Mr. Burns, I insist that we cheat! |
Horseless sleigh. | Wow. You sure know how to cheat, Mr. Burns. |
Yes, well, I'm older than you. You know, Simpson, you're not as objectionable as you seemed when we first met. | No sir. I am not. |
Now we have electricity. This propane tank will supply us with heat, and this doorknob, properly turned, will allow us access to the cabin. | No going through the window for us! |
Well, I don't suppose the others will mind us starting the party early, Homie old boy. More champagne? | You know, Mr. Burns, you're the richest guy I know. Way richer than Lenny. |
Oh, yes, but I'd trade it all for a little more. | Oh, these sure are comfortable chairs. |
Oh, yes, sitting. The great leveler. From the mightiest Pharaoh to the lowliest peasant, who doesn't enjoy a good sit? | Oh, man, you are so right. Did you ever sit like this? |
The only hard part is getting up. | Why get up? Here's a little move I've been tinkering with. Say I want that bowl of dip. |
Why, you'd have to get up. | Oh? |
Sir, I am in your debt. | Use it wisely, my friend. |
Hope that wasn't an avalanche. Be a chum and have a look-see. | You got it, buddy. |
Isn't there any way out of here? | Um, I don't see one. Unless... |
Isn't there any way out of here? | No. There's no way out. |
Simpson, I have a confession. I'm not quite the tunnel digger I made myself out to be. | You can supervise me. |
What happened? | I think when we yelled we caused another avalanche. |
We... should... be... careful... not... to... speak... unless... it's... absolutely... positively... necessary. | Shhh! You're causing more avalanches. . |
We... should... be... careful... not... to... speak... unless... it's... absolutely... positively... necessary. | I think they've stopped. . |
Those last three avalanches were your fault, Simpson. | So what? |
We must be covered by a thousand feet of snow. | It could be days before they find us. |
Ech! I heard that one 75 years ago. | We could build snowmen. |
No, I have a better idea! We could build real men. Out of snow. | Oh... Okay. |
I... I think we should dress the snowmen. | Agreed. |
Look at them. Smug and secure in their finery. Mocking us. | Uh, they're just snowmen, Mr. Burns. |
Ah, snowmen have peepers. Peepers to watch. To watch for our moment of weakness and then baff! comes the knock on the head and we're down. | What do we do? |
I'll kill you, you bloated museum of treachery. | You and what army? |
Homer! | Burnsie! |
We'll be dashed to pieces. | Oh Lord, protect this rocket house and all who dwell within the rocket house. |
Oh, something's wrong with its brakes! Gangway! | Marge, kids. |
Well, Simpson, I must say, once you've been through something like that with a person, you never want to see that person again. | You said it, ya weirdo. |
No. | Marge, get me a beer. |
It's my hair. Excuse me. | Your mother seems really upset about something. I better go have a talk with her... during the commercial. |
All right... but don't be shocked. | Oh, There's no way I could -- |
Homie, I'm losing my hair. | Now sweetie, don't worry about a thing. I'll teach you to comb it over so no one can tell. Just like my hair! |
I was just with Dr. Hibbert. He said I was under a lot of stress and should get some help. | Marge, whatever it takes to make you well, we'll do it. |
A nanny?! | But how am I supposed to pay for that? |
And I'll take up smoking and give that up. | Good for you, son. Giving up smoking is one of the hardest things you'll ever have to do. Have a dollar. |
But he didn't do anything! | Didn't he Lisa? Didn't he? Hey, wait a minute, he didn't! |
Homie, please, I never ask for much, but this is something I really need. | All right, Marge. I'll get you your nanny, and to pay for it... I'll give up the Civil War Re-creation Society I love so much. |
Pleased to meet you. | Wait a minute, Marge. I saw Mrs. Doubtfire. This is a man in drag! |
Pleased to meet you. | You're phony! Fakey phony broad! |
Homer, if you're going to do this to every applicant, we're never going to find one. | Sorry. |
I'm here about the nanny job. I'll keep a watchful eye on your kids, and if they get out of line-Pow! | I like him! |
Thanks. Hey, where do you keep the liquor? | I hide a bottle of Schnapps in the baby's crib. |
TEACH US SONGS AND MAGIC TRICKS. | MIGHT I ADD -- NO FAT CHICKS. |
THE NANNY WE WANT IS KINDLY AND SAGE. | AND ONE WHO WILL WORK FOR MINIMUM WAGE-- |
Hello. I'm Shary Bobbins. | Did you say Mary Pop-- |
No, I'm practically perfect in every way. | Well, so am I. |
No, I'm practically perfect in every way. | Okay. Question two -- who was your last employer? |
Lord and Lady Huffington of Sussex. | Marge, do we know them? |
No. | Come on -- isn't he the guy I bowl with? The black guy? |
No. | Oh yeah. So, you worked for Carl, eh? |
I make you read every article in that magazine, including Norman Mailer's latest claptrap about his waning libido. | Ooh, she is tough. |
My, she seems too good to be true. | I'll say. Her butt waxed the banister. |
That Shary Bobbins is a miracle worker. The kids love her, the house is spotless -- and my hair's grown back. It's so full and thick it can support a beach umbrella! | Come to bed, Marge. |
Ooooh. | No, no. Leave it in. |
CAN I BE A BOOZEHOUND? | NOT TILL YOU'RE FIFTEEN. |
Oh, thank you. | Ooh, I can't get enough of this blood pudding. |
The secret ingredient is blood. | Blood, uch! I'll just stick to the brain and kidney pie, thank you. |
We'll miss you, Shary Bobbins. | You've changed me as well. I'm no longer the money-driven workaholic I once was. |
Welcome back to "Before They Were Famous." We all know Rainier Wolfcastle as the star of the blockbuster "McBain" movies. But here's his first appearance -- in a commercial in his native Austria. | Shary Bobbins! I want another beer! |
Well you know, Homer -- IF THERE'S A JOB THAT MUST BE DONE / YOU'LL FIND IT'S MUCH MORE FUN. | You'll find it's even more fun if you get it for me. |
SEARCHING FOR MY LOST SHAKER OF SALT... OH, HERE IT IS. | Oh, that poor woman. |
But haven't I taught you people anything? | Nope. |
So you like it this way? | Indubitably! |
So you like it this way? | AROUND THE HOUSE, I NEVER LIFT A FINGER / AS A HUSBAND AND FATHER I'M SUB-PAR / I'D RATHER DRINK A BEER THAN WIN FATHER OF THE YEAR / I'M HAPPY WITH THINGS THE WAY THEY ARE. |
THEY'RE NOT PERFECT, BUT THE LORD SAYS LOVE THY NEIGHBOR -- | SHUT UP, FLANDERS. |
Do you think we'll ever see her again? | I'm sure we will, honey. |
Do you think we'll ever see her again? | I'm sure we will. |
'Morning, Roy! | Yeah, hi, Roy. Hey, they're having open casting for the voice of Poochie. |
You should try out, Dad. You have a funny voice. | I do not! |
Haven't you ever listened to yourself on a tape recorder? | I prefer to listen to Cheap Trick. |
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