All but Homer: Come on, Homer! Come on, Homer!
Pretend this is baseball and hit us a homer!
[Homer gets a strike; they cheer]
Homer: By the way, guys: rhyming "Homer" with "homer"? [kisses
Burns: [walking in] Look at them, Smithers, enjoying their
Smithers: [dramatic] I have a much uglier word for it, Sir:
[Homer sees them and tosses his ball away; someone
Burns: [menacing] Listen here...I want to join your team.
Homer: You want to join my _what_?
Smithers: You want to _what_ his team?
Burns: I've had one of my unpredictable changes of heart.
Seeing these fine young athletes, reveling in the
humiliation of a vanquished foe...mmm, I haven't felt
this energized since my last, er, boweling.
-- Complete with Smeckler's Powder, "Team Homer"