Oh Bart.
Call Mr. Plow. That's my name. That name again is Mr. Plow.
[Groan]
[Shudder]
Holey moley, talk about parenting.
[Groan] I wish I was dead.
[Singing]
Extra! Extra! Man driving erratically throws papers out window.
I'm gonna take me home a toilet.
There had better be two!
Struggling in vain!
Gather your wits ole chum. We seem to have fallen prey to that painted Pagliacci of perfidy.
You mean Clown Face?
None... other...
[Angry Crowd]
[Scream]
Run for it boy!
Huh?
[Scream]
I'm going to enjoy devouring you Bart Simpson.
Yes. I believe I'll start as you've so often suggested by eating your shorts.
[Screaming]
Goodnight. Thanks for coming. We'll see ya. Bye bye.
What should we do now?
Hey everybody. Let's go sing at the hospital! For we've got...
High hopes! We've got high hopes.
[Groan]
Uh... Bart?
Oh dear God.
Get this kid a magazine. Stat.
Now I'm afraid your son has cracked his coccyx.
[Laughter]
He'll have to wear this fanny cast for quite some time.
D'oh.
[Laughter]
Which is why I've equipped the seat of your cast with a viewing window.
Woo hoo!
Do all of these people have to watch me?
You're my best friend.
Thanks Krusty.
Buy my cereal. [Laughter]
Oh look, there's Bart. Wave to him.
[Groan] Maybe we should spend more time with Bart. He's becoming isolated and weird.
Remember the Bat 2 See?
[Random Noises]
[Laughter] I have absolutely no idea what's going on.
Homer, I want you to look at this drawing Bart did.
Oh it's beautiful!
Would you please look at the drawing?
Oh alright, what a... [Scream] Burn it! Send it to hell!
I think we're going to have to get Bart some help.
Get it away.
[Sigh] At least now I can get some rest.
Billy Jean is not my lover. She's just a girl who says that I am the one. But the kid is not my son. Ah hee hee hee.