In the, uh, traditional sense.įather Frink: So what am I? Some kind of a tin can man from Planet Tomorrow? But that doesn’t make you any less of a man. Homer: The Nobel Prize? Finally! So it’s for what? My whole deal?įrink: We had to replace several vital organs with machinery. Jasper: Where’s the regular guy? Where’s Doug?Ĭaller: Sir, I’m honored to inform you that you’ve won the Nobel Prize. Clearing away the oldies and the sickies and the chokies. You were a busboy in the restaurant of life. Homer: Death! Death! We miss you so much. Homer killing Death: This is for Snowball I and JFK! We all know there’s no happy ending there. Kodos: Who’s still thinking about Halloween? We’ve already got our Christmas decorations up.īart: Please don’t take me! Take Milhouse. Kang: Pathetic humans! They’re showing a Halloween episode. Marge: Would everyone please stop fighting and burning. Grampa ignited by a flaming log: I’m still cold.

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