Homer: Look, I know I'm not witty like that critic guy, but does he know
_all_ the words to the Oscar Mayer song?
Jay: [walking past, singing] Oh, I wish I were an Oscar Mayer weiner,
[Bart and Lisa join in] That is what I'd truly like to be.
'Cause if I were an Oscar Mayer weiner,
[Jay solos out of tune] Everyone would be in love with me!
Homer: That's it, Marge: he knows the whole hot dog song! Go ahead,
sleep with him. I'll just take a lock of your hair to remember
you by. [snips one from her] It's just me and you now, lock of
Marge: You don't have to do this.
Homer: Yeah? Well you think I'm stupid!
Marge: I don't think you're stupid.
Homer: Prove it! Put me on that film jury festival thing.
Marge: [resigned] Fine, you're on the jury.
[crosses off "Martin Scorsese", writes in "Homer"]
-- So close for Scorsese and yet so far,
"A Star is Burns"