Bart: Any luck, Dad?
Homer: No, but the rabbi gave me this. [spins a dreidel]
Bart: What is that?
Homer: Son, it's called a droodel.
-- Droodel, droodel, droodel, I made you out of clay,
"Homer's Triple Bypass"
Homer: No, but the rabbi gave me this. [spins a dreidel]
Bart: What is that?
Homer: Son, it's called a droodel.
-- Droodel, droodel, droodel, I made you out of clay,
"Homer's Triple Bypass"
Related:
- Oh, no. What if they botch it? I won't have a dad-
for awhile. -- Bart realizes Homer needs a coronary... - Homer: Kids, I wanna give you some words to remember me by,
if something happens. Let's see...er...Oh,... - Lisa: All right, Dad!
Bart: You rule intensive care!
"Homer's Triple... - Marge: Homer, I've made a special surprise just for you!
Homer: It can only be one thing. [imagines... - Bart: What's wrong, Dad?
Homer: [strained] You know that feeling you get when a thousand knives
of fire are stabbing you in the heart?
I'm having that right now...[normal] Ooh, bacon... - Bart: Please, Dad.
Homer: No.
Bart: Please, Dad.
Homer:
No. Bart: Please, Dad. Homer: No. Bart: Please, Dad... - Bart: Dad, maybe you should do this.
Homer: Son, it's no different than the time I let you vote for me.
Remember that absentee ballot? -- On filling out... - Bart: Hey, Dad. What's the word with Planet Crackpot?
Homer: Oh, I suppose _you're_ going to mock me, too... - Bart: Nothing you say can upset us. We're the MTV generation.
Lisa: We feel neither highs or lows. Homer: Really...
