Squirt, squirt, squirt.
Your lungs will thank me.
Kids, you better take your last look at Uncle Artie.
Oh, look! There's a whole bunch of you!
Squirt, squirt, squirt!
That's it. Circle around me.
Squirt, squirt, squirt, squirt, squirt, squirt, squirt.
Oh, I'm gonna need more water. Do you need some hot air? We congressmen are full of it.
I blather on for hours.
Yap, yap, yap, yap, yap, yap, yap, yap, yap, yap, yap, yap,
yap, yap, yap, yap, yap, yap, yap.
There he is.
Krusty, we came to see how many campaign promises you've kept.
Uh, let's see.
Did I promise to be a slave to big oil? Uh, yeah, hi. I'm calling for Reverend Lovejoy. Who is this?
Oh, well, this is, um, the, uh-- the Listen Lady.
Yeah, well, listen, lady. I got so many problems,
i-i don't even know where to begin here.
Okay. Uh, why don't you start from the top? Castellaneta, gone. Kavner, cut.
Cartwright, cut. Smith, sorry. Cut.
Azaria and Shearer, you're cut. Firestone, you're cut. So is judge.
Namath, you stay.
All of those people are cut.
Bill Schultz and Wolf and Silverman.
Goldreyer. O'Brien, Doyle, Selman, I don't know what you-- I bet if God wore pants, he'd have a belt like that.
This isn't a belt. It's a tactical pants retaining system.
Check it out. Compass, matches,
whistle, saw, panic button, squirrel snare, radon/lie detector,
sphygmomanometer, and it's even got turn signals.
- Wow, neat!
- Uh-oh! People of Earth, we've come ten billion light-years to bring you this halftime message of peace.
One, two, three o'clock, four o'clock
five, six, seven o'clock, eight o'clock
nine, ten, eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock rock we're gonna rock around the world tonight Oh, this sucks. Well, Ned, you don't have to stand for that.
You just march right up to those youngsters and tell them to vamoose.
Yeah, well, if you're sure that'll help.
Hey, let's go over to the one-hour photo and breathe some fumes.
Uh, excuse me, fellas. I-i-i couldn't help thinking...
it might be nice if you could, uh, vamoose, you know-- Tell him yourself. You're ignoring Lisa, not Bart.
Bart, thank your mother for pointing that out.
Homer, you're not not talking to me. And, secondly, I heard what you said.
Lisa, tell your mother to get off my case.
Uh, Dad, Lisa's the one you're not talking to.
Bart, go to your room! Why don't you just eat him, Dad? Oh, but, Bart, don't you remember the boredom,
the ennui, the intellectual malaise ?
Yeah, well, you know, kinda, um,
but I was thinking I could go undercover.
Undercover ? Bart, I'm intrigued. Go on. what with your insane fear of drinking,
and me being banned from the church and all,
but, uh, but that Maude, she was really somethin'.
Oh, wasn't she? Thank you, Moe. I appreciate that.
Oh, I really mean it though. I mean, if it was you that died, I would've been on her so fast!
What are you saying?
What? Nothing. She was hot.
- What? You can't take a compliment?
- Hot? One, two, three o'clock four o'clock rock
Five, six, seven o'clock Eight o'clock rock
Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock Rock, rock, rock
Rock, rock, rock We're gonna rock, gonna rock
Around this clock tonight