can we have a pool, dad?: Season 2

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Wow! A big, ugly head!

snowball ii rubbing against xtapolapocetl, the olmec head statue

Wow! A big, ugly head!

It's to open the crate, stupid.

lisa simpson telling bart simpson that the crowbar isn't the gift

Bart: Wow! A crowbar!

Lisa: It's to open the crate, stupid.

Don't you dare sully this moment with your price-taggery.

mr. burns pressing his face against the glass of the window display

Smithers: But, sir, it's $32,000!

Mr. Burns: Don't you dare sully this moment with your price-taggery. It's perfect.

Eureka! We've found it!

mr. burns pointing at the perfect gift for the simpsons

Eureka! We've found it!

Too cornball.

Too cornball.

He saved Mr. Burns's life!

joey crusher, one of mr. burns' hired goons, comforting waylon smithers

Joey: What did Homie do anyway?

Smithers: [sobbing] He saved Mr. Burns's life!

Oh, look, Maggie! What is that? Dodecahedron! Dodecahedron!

lisa simpson teaching maggie simpson the word dodecahedron

Lisa: Oh, look, Maggie! What is that? Dodecahedron! Dodecahedron!

Homer: Lisa, I don't know what you're doing, but it's very strange, and your father's trying to worry!

Ooh, pancakes.

homer simpson eating his pillow in his sleep while dreaming of eating pancakes

Ooh, pancakes.

Cheap son of a...

homer simpson strangling his pillow in his sleep while dreaming of strangling mr. burns

Cheap son of a...

woman at hospital waiting for otto to throw her the bag of bart simpson's blood

Let me wash up.

otto cleaning his hands with a moist towelette before drawing bart simpson's blood for mr. burns

Bart: Whoa! Otto-man, you work here?

Otto: Oh yeah. During the day all my friends are in school so I got a job as a certified bloodletting tech-dude!

Homer: Now let's get this show on the road.

Otto: Okay. Let me wash up. [humming Black Sabbath's “Iron Man”]

Must turn over. Got to greet dignitaries.

mr. burns writhing on the floor of his bedroom

Must turn over. Got to greet dignitaries.

In the off-chance of a nuclear disaster, this sign will tell you, the good citizens of Springfield, what to do.

nuclear plant conditions sign flashing the message "core explosion. repent sins."

Mayor Quimby: In the off-chance of a nuclear disaster, this sign will tell you, the good citizens of Springfield, what to do.

Homer: Joke's on them. If the core explodes, there won't be any power to light that sign.

They're fine.

homer simpson checking on bart simpson, martin prince, and milhouse vanhouten in the treehouse from the rumpus room

Marge: Homer, it's really coming down. Could you check on the boys?

Homer: They're fine.

Yeah, a sleepover. That's what pals do, right? Real friendly-like.

bart simpson, martin prince, and milhouse vanhouten sitting around looking at the first radioactive man comic book in bart simpson's treehouse

We're all gonna stay here with the comic book. It'll be like a sleepover. Yeah, a sleepover. That's what pals do, right? Real friendly-like.

YAARRGH!

radioactive man screaming when blown up by an a-bomb

My pants... caught on barbed wire! Good Lord (choke)... an A-BOMB! YAARRGH! I'm becoming... radioactive. From this day forward, I shall call myself...RADIOACTIVE MAN!

Well, it's payday. I'll wager you've been looking forward to this!

mrs. glick paying bart simpson fifty cents for his labor

Well, it's payday. I'll wager you've been looking forward to this!

No, no, not the iodine. Burn the germs off with a torch! Amputate my arm! But not the-- Aaaaaaaah!

bart simpson pleading with mrs. glick to not use iodine on his wounds

No, no, not the iodine. Burn the germs off with a torch! Amputate my arm! But not the-- Aaaaaaaah!

They've never improved on iodine.

mrs. glick applying iodine to bart simpson's wounds from yard work

Mrs. Glick: Now don't fidget.

Bart: Listen, lady, you don't have to-- Aaaaaaaah!

Mrs. Glick: They've never improved on iodine.

BOYS LOVE CANDY!

mrs. glick offering bart simpson ribbon candy

Mrs. Glick: Here, have some ribbon candy. Boys love candy.

Bart: No, thanks.

Mrs. Glick: BOYS LOVE CANDY!