Oh, it's got everything-- microwave, dish washer,
big screen TV, deep fryer and, oh, see up there on the roof ?
A satellite dish ! Yes, indeedly-doodly.
But, uh, how can you afford something like this, Ned ?
I get your mail once in a while, and you make only $27 a week more than I do.
Oh, it's simple, Simpson. Credit.
Ooh, credit ! Hurry up, kid.
- Name?
- Hey, it's me, Bart.
Your biggest fan. Hey, good for you, 'cause I wanna...
uh, know that all my fans are, you know--
"K the C"?
Hey, this pen's gotta last me all day!
Now if you could bup, bup, bup, bup, bup, bup, yeah. Uh, Brooks, Groening, Simon, you're all cut.
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. Hmm.
Well, see, here's the thing on this.
It's a johnny Reb bottle, early 1970s.
One of the J&R Whiskey Liquor Lads.
Two books of green stamps, if I'm not mistaken.
Oh, no. Oh, no. No, no. No, no.
It's a very, very old figurine.
No, it's a liquor bottle. 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?
I don't need any serving suggestions from you,
you barbecue-wrecking, know-nothing, know-it-all. You're gonna get such a beating.
Hey, vote Simpson. Hi. Nice to see you.
Hey, thanks for coming out. Putting on weight, huh?
- Lenny, my man--
- So, Homer,
if we vote for you, what are you gonna do different?
What am I, the answer man? just vote for me.
Hmm. You know, I don't know Ray Patterson, but he's no Ray Patterson. 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-- 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
rock
five, six, seven o'clock, eight o'clock
rock
nine, ten, eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock rock we're gonna rock around the world tonight Oh, this sucks. 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? 
