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00:21:32
Dan Castellaneta, Nancy Cartwright, Harry Shearer
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No caste is safe from their merry jape!
My nard! My nard! My nard!
Question me, you little rutabaga brain,
And now, as our teakettle starts to toot,
Where did we get this dreck?
Except setting off car alarms with his big fat footstep.
It is sexist sacrilege!
Into the playpen, sweetie.
Be they bible-thumper...
I'm playing the world's smallest sitar for you.
And I wrote that letter so you three chump would realize
Today's the day I paint moustache
I'll take your eyeball and make soup out of it.
Are you seein' what I'm seein' here? Ooh!
I'm narrating here.
♪ never spew a hotter lava ♪
Moe's tavern, preside over by Moe Szyslak--
before Eve munch us all to hell.
♪ RedOne, Konvict Gaga... ♪
got a kernel in my teeth, floss with the corn silk,
convince Helen to ride the rails of romance
Oh, I can't believe I married you.
This should not be interpret
You rebel scum make me sick.
that you have not been treatin' your wives the way they deserve.
that means something to me, you somehow mess it up.
What a great father, I say sarcastically!
"Dear friends, I have some news that is doubly sad.
My sweater's on backwards!
Meanwhile, you'll be setting the alarm,
that means something to me, you somehow mess it up.
We never even fight anymore.
What's so damn funny?
I make more than you can possibly imagine.
"Perhaps I should've told you in person,
Maybe have a beer or two, shoot a game of pool,
instead of the car?
And everyone's got problems, especially the married ones.
And now you're probably wondering,
We must have left it at that godforsaken pub!
on a Krusty krustival kruiseline day-kruise
being my usual effervescent self.
This omniscient point of view
handsome, suave, debonair.
How innocuous are your flashbacks?
smelling of beer and pickled eggs.
It is sexist sacrilege!
...Or jerky jockey.
nonstop chatter during drive time!
Lousy...
Hey, chunky with the pants of meatballs.
Oh, I'm doomed!