Homer: [panicking, as warning sirens wail] Gotta think,

Homer: [panicking, as warning sirens wail] Gotta think, gotta think...
Okay, somewhere there's a thingie that tells you how to work this
stuff. The uh, the uh, the manual! The manual! Right!
[hunts under the console] [finds it]
Agh! It's as fat as a phone book! [opens to first page]
[reads] `Congratulations on your purchase of a Fissionator 1952
Slow-Fission Reactor'... D'oh! Get to the point, man! [finds
an insert] Ooh, what's this? [unfolds it, it's a giant
schematic] D'oh! Who'd have thought a nuclear reactor would be
so complicated!
-- Everything is under control, sort of, "Homer Defined"