Homer: You su-diddely-uck, Flanders! [grabs a bell from him] Hear ye,

Homer: You su-diddely-uck, Flanders! [grabs a bell from him]
Hear ye, hear ye! Ye olde town crier proclaimed crappy by
all! Chooseth Homer Simpson, and he shalt rock thy world!
Wiggum: Good God, he is fabulous.
Skinner: Yes, he's embiggened that role with his cromulent performance.
Quimby: Top-notch criering, I admit, but the hat and bell belong to
Ned Flanders, so no dice.
Ned: Oh, they're just family heirlooms. They shouldn't stand in
the way of Homer taking my job.
Homer: Less chat, more hat.
[Ned hands it over. Homer puts it on and it rips]
Woo-hoo! Hear ye, hear ye! The Homer Broadcasting System is
on the air! All hollering, all the time! I'm going to--
[Quimby stops him]
Quimby: You're going to restrict your criering to the parade and
selected pre-approved publicity events!
Homer: [meek] Okay.
-- Auditions for the part of town crier,
"Lisa the Iconoclast"