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00:23:17
Dan Castellaneta, Nancy Cartwright, Harry Shearer
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You two newshound working on a story?
MILHOUSE: Uh... uh... uh...
and one of Firestone's finest vulcanized prophylactics.
KENT BROCKMAN: Regrets, eh? This local newsman's had a few.
Mr. "I Get to See the Weathergirl From the Side"!
I had the layover in Springfield.
that you can get head lice from peaches.
but you were suckling the dual teat
Covering a town of backwater rube
of infotainment and celebrifawning.
Well, I've placed marksmen on the roof
anchorman slop trough.
anchorman slop trough.
(Barney belch)
HOMER (scoff): You have regrets,
stagger into your womb.
(tires screech)
Aw, you misheard that on purpose!
A local boy cling to life in a story
Those rake rocks could have been me.
(yell, whimpers)
but Chip once confess to me he did have a few regrets.
It would explode if people gripped the wheel too tightly.
(hum a tune)
Unfortunately, all our cannonballs were melt down
Chip regret never ascending
Could Bart have been prenatally screwed up
The movie Up has come horribly to life over Springfield.
Be right back. (laughs softly)
but frankly they're not very good.
It would explode if people gripped the wheel too tightly.
And you sat on the gas pedal when my foot fell asleep,
Could you, uh, phrase that a little more nicely?
it would lower the boy very gently to the ground.
Dear Lord, please help me land safely.
I'm not a newsman anymore, I'm a geologist.
All I ask is that you set aside
(sighs) Here I am, slowly dying every day
Whenever you want. Eh?
(raspy): No sex without a ring.
looking at you, I could lie in this unheated garret forever.
This little piggy's afraid to leave his cushy
(pained groans) Ow! My knees!
(indistinct chatter)
Sir, could you give us eight seconds of your homespun wisdom?
Those are tires from my ill-fated Krusty Town Car.
(ghostly moaning)
floating in a tank of stale beer.
Although Dickens was pretty well behaved.
(upbeat theme plays)
Um, it says I should give you lumbar support.
Ah, reckless youth. He'll be okay.