The Simpsons (1989–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - Homer's Odyssey - full transcript
While Bart's class is touring the power plant on a field trip, Homer crashes a cart into a radioactive pipe. In the aftermath, the plant is forced to shut down and Homer loses his job.
Now class,
I don't want this field trip...
...to be a repeat
of our infamous visit...
...to the Springfield State Prison.
So, I want you all
to be on your best behavior,
especially you, Bart Simpson.
Mrs. Krabappel,
I didn't unlock that door.
Uh, sorry, little dudes.
Party hardy was tardy.
- All right, children. Count off.
- One, two, three.
- Hey, Otto. Hey, Ottoman.
- Hey, Bart dude.
Any new tattoos, Otto?
Oh, funny
you should ask, man.
This morning I woke up
with this one.
Cool. I want one.
Huh. Not till you're 14,
my little friend.
Bart! Bart Simpson!
Take your seat, Bart.
Oh, please, Mrs. Krabappel,
not next to Wendell.
He pukes on every bus ride.
No offense, Wendell.
Be that as it may,
it's the only seat left,
so get in there!
Please try not
to shake the seat like that.
Now, class, remember.
Do not stick any part
of your body out the window.
We all know the tragic story
of the young man...
...who stuck his arm out
the window and had it...
...ripped off by a big truck
coming in the other direction.
And I was that boy.
Bart Simpson, sit down!
I've had just about enough
of your tomfoolery.
Oh, I don't feel so hot.
Look, there's our school again.
Otto, are you sure you...
It's a shortcut, Mrs. K.
Trust me.
Mrs. Krabappel!
Mrs. Krabappel!
Bart, not another word out of you,
or I'll subject you to the...
...humiliation of making you
sing in front of the class.
- Can I pick the song?
- No. The song will be...
... "John Henry
was a steel drivin' man".
Oh, no.
We're gonna make you sing,
Bart Simpson.
Yeah, Bart Simpson,
we're gonna make you sing.
That's it, Bart.
Why can't you be more like,
- Us, Mrs. Krabappel?
- Yes, Sherri and Terri.
They know how to behave.
They took Bart Simpson
to the graveyard
And they buried him
in the sand
Oh, yeah, and every locomotive
that comes rollin' by
says there lies
a steel-drivin' man
- Lord, Lord, oh, there lies a...
- Okay, Bart. Enough!
Hey, Wendell,
you made it, buddy.
And so, this plant harnesses
the power of the atom...
...so that we have the energy
to run eveything from...
...your favorite video game to
yummy cotton candy machines.
Let's learn more about
nuclear energy, shall we?
Lights.
When most people
think of nuclear energy,
they think of this.
But when we talk about
nuclear energy,
we really mean this.
But what exactly is
nuclear energy?
I don't know,
but I know someone who does.
- Smilin' Joe Fission.
- Hi, there, energy eaters.
I'm Smilin'joe Fission,
your atomic tour guide...
...to the strange and exciting
world of nuclear power.
And these are rods
of uranium 235.
- Hi, Rod.
- Hi. Hey. Good to see ya.
Hey, you guys look hot.
Of course we're hot.
We're radioactive.
Uh-oh. Well, how 'bout
a dip in the pool?
Yeah! Last one in is the
rotten rod!
The rods make the water
so hot it boils.
And the steams pins
turbines that generate energy.
Bart, sit down.
Uh-oh. Whoops.
Looks like there's a little leftover
nuclear waste. No problem.
I'll just put it where nobody'll
find it for a million years.
So, now you know the whole
true story of nuclear energy,
our no longer
misunderstood friend.
So, keep on smilin'.
Now, let's have even more fun.
And, uh, over here is
our thermal regulator.
To your right,
if you look through this window,
you'll see where our water rejoins
the rest of nature's biosphere.
Hey, Bart, our dad says
your dad is incompetent.
What does incompetent mean?
It means he spends more time
yakking and scarfing down...
...dounuts than doing his job.
Oh, okay. I thought
you were putting him down.
You know, I defy anyone
to tell the difference...
between these dounuts
and ones baked today.
My boy's supposed to be here
any second on a field trip.
They been through here yet?
Come on, Simpson.
If they wanted the kids
to see you sitting around...
...on your butt
and stuffin' your face,
they'd take them
on a tour of your house.
You're right.
I gotta get where the action is.
Comin' through!
Hey, there's my dad.
Hey, Dad! Yo, Homer!
Woo! Woo! I'm up here!
Oh, hi, boy!
- All right.
Who's responsible for this?
I might have known it was you,
Simpson.
- But, sir, I...
- I don't want to hear about it.
You're fired!
- Oh, hi, girls.
- Hi, Daddy.
Here's a good job
at the fireworks factory.
- Those perfectionists? Forget it.
- How 'bout this?
Supervising technician
at the toxic waste dump.
I'm no supervising technician.
I'm a technical supervisor.
I've never done anything worthwhile in
my life.
I'm a big, worthless nothing.
There, there, Homer.
You'll find a job.
You've caused plenty
of industrial accidents,
and you've always
bounced back.
- Yeah, Dad, you can do it!
- Yeah, go for it, Dad.
You're right!
I'm young, I'm able-bodied
and I'll take anything!
Watch out, Springfield.
Here I come.
Don't give up, Dad.
I'm just a technical supervisor
who cared too much.
- Moe's Tavern.
- Is Mr. Freely there?
- Who?
- Freely. First initials "I.P."
Hold on. I'll check.
Wait a minute.
Listen to me, ya lousy bum.
When I get a hold of you,
you're dead.
I swear I'm gonna
slice your heart in half.
You'll get that
punk someday, Moe.
Ah, I don't know.
He's tough to catch.
He keeps changing his name.
Oh, I think
I'll have another... Oops.
Oh, I'm a little low on funds.
Do you think you can
cover me just this once?
No, sorry.
W-Why not?
I think after all these years
I deserve an explanation.
I don't think you're ever
gonna get another job...
...and be able to pay me back.
- Oh.
- Don't worry. We're still friends.
I fall to pieces
- Are you all right, Homer?
- I'm fine. I'm just thinking.
Well, I've been thinking too.
You know, Homer, you've always
been such a good provider,
but when we got married,
Mr. Berger promised I could come back
to my old job anytime I wanted.
You think you can
still do that kind of work?
Sure. You never forget.
It's just like riding a bicycle.
Hey, Mama,
where's my fries already?
Dad, eat something.
It's got mustard on it.
All he does is lie there
like an unemployed whale.
I don't know what else to do.
There's only
one thing we can do:
take advantage of the old guy.
You gotta
sign my report card, Dad.
Loaf time, the cable network
for the unemployed.
We'll be back with more tips on how
to win the lottery right aftert his.
Unemployed?
Out of work? Sober?
You sat around the house all day,
but now it's Dufftime.
Duff, the beer that makes
the days fly by.
Can't get enough
of that wonderful Duff
Duffbeer
Beer.
Now there's a temporay solution.
There must be
some beer here somewhere.
Ah. Maybe in here.
Damn! I need money!
Oh, no.
What have I done?
I smashed open my little boy's
piggy bank, and for what?
A few measly cents.
Not even enough
to buy one beer.
Wait a minute.
Let me count and make sure.
Not even close.
"Dear family,
I am an utter failure,
and you'll be
better off without me.
By the time you read this,
I will be in my watery grave.
I can only leave you with
the words my father gave me:
'Stand tall, have courage
and never give up.'
I only hope I can provide
a better model...
...in death than I did
in life.
Warmest regards.
Love, Homer J. Simpson.
Love, Homer J. Simpson."
Nothing is easy.
Oh, looks like young Simpson
is going to kill himself.
Well, maybe not.
Maybe he's just taking
his boulder for a walk.
- Mom! Mom! Wake up!
- We've been robbed!
What?
Someone swiped
my piggy bank!
Your father's gone too!
Look what I found.
Almost there.
Hey, you idiot!
Watch where you're going!
Well, live and learn.
- There he is!
- Don't do it, Dad!
Boy, this intersection
is dangerous.
Someone ought to put
a stop sign here.
Oh, Homer.
How could you think
of killing yourself?
We love you.
- Yeah, Dad. We love you.
- Yeah.
Kill myself?
Killing myself is
the last thing I'd ever do.
Now I have a purpose,
a reason to live.
I don't care who
I have to face.
I don't care who
I have to fight.
I will not rest until
this street gets a stop sign!
Next on the agenda.
Police Chief Wiggum...
will give us an update
on our graffiti problem.
Well, it's no secret
our city is under siege...
by a graffiti vandal
known as "El Barto".
Police artists have a
composite sketch of the culprit.
If anyone has any information,
please contact us immediately.
Cool, man.
Tough customer.
Ooh, wouldn't want to run
into him in a dark alley.
And now, new business.
Homer Simpson, local resident,
has something. Mr. Simpson?
Don't be nervous.
We believe in you, Homer.
Ladies and gentlemen,
esteemed councilmen,
boys and girls, retired people
with nothing better to do.
Danger comes in
many, many forms,
from dinosaurs that tormented
our caveman ancestors...
- ...to the...
- Simpson, get to the point.
I think we should put a stop sign
at " D" Street and 12th.
- The other...
- All in favor?
- Aye.
- Approved. Meeting adjourned.
Coffee and maple logs
in the lobby.
Wow. They listened to me.
- All right, Dad!
- Way to go, Homer.
You did it, Homer.
If they think I'm gonna stop
at that stop sign,
they're sadly mistaken.
Oh, Homer,
I am so proud of you.
Proud? Proud of what?
Well, everything.
Your dip sign, for instance.
Now people
won't be caught offguard...
...by that little "mm-mmm"
in the road.
Ah, what a great family,
but come on.
We all know
this is small potatoes.
There's a danger in this town that is
bigger than all the dips put together.
- What, Dad?
- I'm talking about that.
You don't mean you're going
to take on your old bosses.
- Wow.
- Gee, Dad's a hero.
- What'd ya say, son?
- Nothin'.
That's okay.
I'll just assume you said
what I thought I heard you say.
He also brought you
the speed bump,
the dip sign,
the 15 miles per hour
speed limit on Main Street.
I give you the man
whose very name...
...is synonymous with safety.
- Homer Simpson!
- Homer! Homer!
Thank you.
Unlike most of you,
I am not a nut.
Just a good, honest American
who opposes wrong doing...
...and especially carelessness
wherever they occur.
Look at that man.
He has the crowd
in the palm of his hand.
Ah, haven't seen anything
like it since Jolson.
Who is he?
That's Homer Simpson, sir.
He used to work here
in the plant,
but we fired him
for gross incompetence.
Oh, so that's his little game.
Get this Simpson character
uphere right now.
But Mr. Burns...
I said do it! Now do it!
Do it! Do it!
Our lives are at the hands
of men no smarter than you or I,
many of them,
incompetent boobs.
I know this because
I worked alongside them,
gone bowling with them,
watched them pass me over
for promotions time and again.
And I say, this stinks!
Hey. Hey, Simpson, Burns wants
to talk to you privately.
- Privately?
- Yes.
Stay here. I'll be right back.
Ah, Homer Simpson,
at last we meet.
Same here.
Simpson, I want you to rejoin
our power plant family.
- Sorry. No can do.
- Hear me out, Simpson!
I don't want you to come back
as a technical supervisor...
...or supervising technician
or whatever the hell...
...you used to do.
I want you to be in charge
of safety here at the plant.
Safety? But, sir,
if truth be known,
I actually caused more accidents
around here than any other employee.
There were even a few doozies
no one ever found out about.
The generous offer I'm making
is good for exactly...
30 seconds, Simpson.
Me, in charge of safety?
This place could blow sky high.
I'll concentrate
on my work now.
Gee, this guy's desk
sure is big.
I can't let Marge support
the family.
This guy's got the cleanest
shirt I've ever seen.
- What should I...
- Simpson, time's up.
- What the hey. I'll take the job.
- Excellent.
Your first duty will be
to step out on the balcony...
...and tell that crowd
this plant is safe.
- What?
- Go on, Homer.
- Yeah, Homer!
- Go, Dad!
Ladies and gentlemen,
this plant is...
Oh, sit tight.
I'll be right back.
I can't do it, Mr. Burns.
You mean, you're willing to
give up a good job and a raise...
...just for your principles?
When you put it that way,
it does sound a little farfetched,
but that's the lug
you're lookin' at!
And I vow to continue spending
every free minute I have...
...crusading for safety!
Of course, I'd have a lot less of those
free minutes if you gave me the job.
You're not as stupid
as you look or sound...
...or our best testing indicates.
You've got the job.
- Now get to work!
- I'll get to work,
but first I have to say
good-bye to some friends.
Friends,
you have come to depend on me
as your safety watchdog...
...so you won't scrape yourself
or stub your toes...
...or blow yourselves up.
But you can't depend on me
all your life.
You have to learn that there's
a little Homer Simpson in all of us,
and I'm going to have to live
without your respect and awe.
I don't want this field trip...
...to be a repeat
of our infamous visit...
...to the Springfield State Prison.
So, I want you all
to be on your best behavior,
especially you, Bart Simpson.
Mrs. Krabappel,
I didn't unlock that door.
Uh, sorry, little dudes.
Party hardy was tardy.
- All right, children. Count off.
- One, two, three.
- Hey, Otto. Hey, Ottoman.
- Hey, Bart dude.
Any new tattoos, Otto?
Oh, funny
you should ask, man.
This morning I woke up
with this one.
Cool. I want one.
Huh. Not till you're 14,
my little friend.
Bart! Bart Simpson!
Take your seat, Bart.
Oh, please, Mrs. Krabappel,
not next to Wendell.
He pukes on every bus ride.
No offense, Wendell.
Be that as it may,
it's the only seat left,
so get in there!
Please try not
to shake the seat like that.
Now, class, remember.
Do not stick any part
of your body out the window.
We all know the tragic story
of the young man...
...who stuck his arm out
the window and had it...
...ripped off by a big truck
coming in the other direction.
And I was that boy.
Bart Simpson, sit down!
I've had just about enough
of your tomfoolery.
Oh, I don't feel so hot.
Look, there's our school again.
Otto, are you sure you...
It's a shortcut, Mrs. K.
Trust me.
Mrs. Krabappel!
Mrs. Krabappel!
Bart, not another word out of you,
or I'll subject you to the...
...humiliation of making you
sing in front of the class.
- Can I pick the song?
- No. The song will be...
... "John Henry
was a steel drivin' man".
Oh, no.
We're gonna make you sing,
Bart Simpson.
Yeah, Bart Simpson,
we're gonna make you sing.
That's it, Bart.
Why can't you be more like,
- Us, Mrs. Krabappel?
- Yes, Sherri and Terri.
They know how to behave.
They took Bart Simpson
to the graveyard
And they buried him
in the sand
Oh, yeah, and every locomotive
that comes rollin' by
says there lies
a steel-drivin' man
- Lord, Lord, oh, there lies a...
- Okay, Bart. Enough!
Hey, Wendell,
you made it, buddy.
And so, this plant harnesses
the power of the atom...
...so that we have the energy
to run eveything from...
...your favorite video game to
yummy cotton candy machines.
Let's learn more about
nuclear energy, shall we?
Lights.
When most people
think of nuclear energy,
they think of this.
But when we talk about
nuclear energy,
we really mean this.
But what exactly is
nuclear energy?
I don't know,
but I know someone who does.
- Smilin' Joe Fission.
- Hi, there, energy eaters.
I'm Smilin'joe Fission,
your atomic tour guide...
...to the strange and exciting
world of nuclear power.
And these are rods
of uranium 235.
- Hi, Rod.
- Hi. Hey. Good to see ya.
Hey, you guys look hot.
Of course we're hot.
We're radioactive.
Uh-oh. Well, how 'bout
a dip in the pool?
Yeah! Last one in is the
rotten rod!
The rods make the water
so hot it boils.
And the steams pins
turbines that generate energy.
Bart, sit down.
Uh-oh. Whoops.
Looks like there's a little leftover
nuclear waste. No problem.
I'll just put it where nobody'll
find it for a million years.
So, now you know the whole
true story of nuclear energy,
our no longer
misunderstood friend.
So, keep on smilin'.
Now, let's have even more fun.
And, uh, over here is
our thermal regulator.
To your right,
if you look through this window,
you'll see where our water rejoins
the rest of nature's biosphere.
Hey, Bart, our dad says
your dad is incompetent.
What does incompetent mean?
It means he spends more time
yakking and scarfing down...
...dounuts than doing his job.
Oh, okay. I thought
you were putting him down.
You know, I defy anyone
to tell the difference...
between these dounuts
and ones baked today.
My boy's supposed to be here
any second on a field trip.
They been through here yet?
Come on, Simpson.
If they wanted the kids
to see you sitting around...
...on your butt
and stuffin' your face,
they'd take them
on a tour of your house.
You're right.
I gotta get where the action is.
Comin' through!
Hey, there's my dad.
Hey, Dad! Yo, Homer!
Woo! Woo! I'm up here!
Oh, hi, boy!
- All right.
Who's responsible for this?
I might have known it was you,
Simpson.
- But, sir, I...
- I don't want to hear about it.
You're fired!
- Oh, hi, girls.
- Hi, Daddy.
Here's a good job
at the fireworks factory.
- Those perfectionists? Forget it.
- How 'bout this?
Supervising technician
at the toxic waste dump.
I'm no supervising technician.
I'm a technical supervisor.
I've never done anything worthwhile in
my life.
I'm a big, worthless nothing.
There, there, Homer.
You'll find a job.
You've caused plenty
of industrial accidents,
and you've always
bounced back.
- Yeah, Dad, you can do it!
- Yeah, go for it, Dad.
You're right!
I'm young, I'm able-bodied
and I'll take anything!
Watch out, Springfield.
Here I come.
Don't give up, Dad.
I'm just a technical supervisor
who cared too much.
- Moe's Tavern.
- Is Mr. Freely there?
- Who?
- Freely. First initials "I.P."
Hold on. I'll check.
Wait a minute.
Listen to me, ya lousy bum.
When I get a hold of you,
you're dead.
I swear I'm gonna
slice your heart in half.
You'll get that
punk someday, Moe.
Ah, I don't know.
He's tough to catch.
He keeps changing his name.
Oh, I think
I'll have another... Oops.
Oh, I'm a little low on funds.
Do you think you can
cover me just this once?
No, sorry.
W-Why not?
I think after all these years
I deserve an explanation.
I don't think you're ever
gonna get another job...
...and be able to pay me back.
- Oh.
- Don't worry. We're still friends.
I fall to pieces
- Are you all right, Homer?
- I'm fine. I'm just thinking.
Well, I've been thinking too.
You know, Homer, you've always
been such a good provider,
but when we got married,
Mr. Berger promised I could come back
to my old job anytime I wanted.
You think you can
still do that kind of work?
Sure. You never forget.
It's just like riding a bicycle.
Hey, Mama,
where's my fries already?
Dad, eat something.
It's got mustard on it.
All he does is lie there
like an unemployed whale.
I don't know what else to do.
There's only
one thing we can do:
take advantage of the old guy.
You gotta
sign my report card, Dad.
Loaf time, the cable network
for the unemployed.
We'll be back with more tips on how
to win the lottery right aftert his.
Unemployed?
Out of work? Sober?
You sat around the house all day,
but now it's Dufftime.
Duff, the beer that makes
the days fly by.
Can't get enough
of that wonderful Duff
Duffbeer
Beer.
Now there's a temporay solution.
There must be
some beer here somewhere.
Ah. Maybe in here.
Damn! I need money!
Oh, no.
What have I done?
I smashed open my little boy's
piggy bank, and for what?
A few measly cents.
Not even enough
to buy one beer.
Wait a minute.
Let me count and make sure.
Not even close.
"Dear family,
I am an utter failure,
and you'll be
better off without me.
By the time you read this,
I will be in my watery grave.
I can only leave you with
the words my father gave me:
'Stand tall, have courage
and never give up.'
I only hope I can provide
a better model...
...in death than I did
in life.
Warmest regards.
Love, Homer J. Simpson.
Love, Homer J. Simpson."
Nothing is easy.
Oh, looks like young Simpson
is going to kill himself.
Well, maybe not.
Maybe he's just taking
his boulder for a walk.
- Mom! Mom! Wake up!
- We've been robbed!
What?
Someone swiped
my piggy bank!
Your father's gone too!
Look what I found.
Almost there.
Hey, you idiot!
Watch where you're going!
Well, live and learn.
- There he is!
- Don't do it, Dad!
Boy, this intersection
is dangerous.
Someone ought to put
a stop sign here.
Oh, Homer.
How could you think
of killing yourself?
We love you.
- Yeah, Dad. We love you.
- Yeah.
Kill myself?
Killing myself is
the last thing I'd ever do.
Now I have a purpose,
a reason to live.
I don't care who
I have to face.
I don't care who
I have to fight.
I will not rest until
this street gets a stop sign!
Next on the agenda.
Police Chief Wiggum...
will give us an update
on our graffiti problem.
Well, it's no secret
our city is under siege...
by a graffiti vandal
known as "El Barto".
Police artists have a
composite sketch of the culprit.
If anyone has any information,
please contact us immediately.
Cool, man.
Tough customer.
Ooh, wouldn't want to run
into him in a dark alley.
And now, new business.
Homer Simpson, local resident,
has something. Mr. Simpson?
Don't be nervous.
We believe in you, Homer.
Ladies and gentlemen,
esteemed councilmen,
boys and girls, retired people
with nothing better to do.
Danger comes in
many, many forms,
from dinosaurs that tormented
our caveman ancestors...
- ...to the...
- Simpson, get to the point.
I think we should put a stop sign
at " D" Street and 12th.
- The other...
- All in favor?
- Aye.
- Approved. Meeting adjourned.
Coffee and maple logs
in the lobby.
Wow. They listened to me.
- All right, Dad!
- Way to go, Homer.
You did it, Homer.
If they think I'm gonna stop
at that stop sign,
they're sadly mistaken.
Oh, Homer,
I am so proud of you.
Proud? Proud of what?
Well, everything.
Your dip sign, for instance.
Now people
won't be caught offguard...
...by that little "mm-mmm"
in the road.
Ah, what a great family,
but come on.
We all know
this is small potatoes.
There's a danger in this town that is
bigger than all the dips put together.
- What, Dad?
- I'm talking about that.
You don't mean you're going
to take on your old bosses.
- Wow.
- Gee, Dad's a hero.
- What'd ya say, son?
- Nothin'.
That's okay.
I'll just assume you said
what I thought I heard you say.
He also brought you
the speed bump,
the dip sign,
the 15 miles per hour
speed limit on Main Street.
I give you the man
whose very name...
...is synonymous with safety.
- Homer Simpson!
- Homer! Homer!
Thank you.
Unlike most of you,
I am not a nut.
Just a good, honest American
who opposes wrong doing...
...and especially carelessness
wherever they occur.
Look at that man.
He has the crowd
in the palm of his hand.
Ah, haven't seen anything
like it since Jolson.
Who is he?
That's Homer Simpson, sir.
He used to work here
in the plant,
but we fired him
for gross incompetence.
Oh, so that's his little game.
Get this Simpson character
uphere right now.
But Mr. Burns...
I said do it! Now do it!
Do it! Do it!
Our lives are at the hands
of men no smarter than you or I,
many of them,
incompetent boobs.
I know this because
I worked alongside them,
gone bowling with them,
watched them pass me over
for promotions time and again.
And I say, this stinks!
Hey. Hey, Simpson, Burns wants
to talk to you privately.
- Privately?
- Yes.
Stay here. I'll be right back.
Ah, Homer Simpson,
at last we meet.
Same here.
Simpson, I want you to rejoin
our power plant family.
- Sorry. No can do.
- Hear me out, Simpson!
I don't want you to come back
as a technical supervisor...
...or supervising technician
or whatever the hell...
...you used to do.
I want you to be in charge
of safety here at the plant.
Safety? But, sir,
if truth be known,
I actually caused more accidents
around here than any other employee.
There were even a few doozies
no one ever found out about.
The generous offer I'm making
is good for exactly...
30 seconds, Simpson.
Me, in charge of safety?
This place could blow sky high.
I'll concentrate
on my work now.
Gee, this guy's desk
sure is big.
I can't let Marge support
the family.
This guy's got the cleanest
shirt I've ever seen.
- What should I...
- Simpson, time's up.
- What the hey. I'll take the job.
- Excellent.
Your first duty will be
to step out on the balcony...
...and tell that crowd
this plant is safe.
- What?
- Go on, Homer.
- Yeah, Homer!
- Go, Dad!
Ladies and gentlemen,
this plant is...
Oh, sit tight.
I'll be right back.
I can't do it, Mr. Burns.
You mean, you're willing to
give up a good job and a raise...
...just for your principles?
When you put it that way,
it does sound a little farfetched,
but that's the lug
you're lookin' at!
And I vow to continue spending
every free minute I have...
...crusading for safety!
Of course, I'd have a lot less of those
free minutes if you gave me the job.
You're not as stupid
as you look or sound...
...or our best testing indicates.
You've got the job.
- Now get to work!
- I'll get to work,
but first I have to say
good-bye to some friends.
Friends,
you have come to depend on me
as your safety watchdog...
...so you won't scrape yourself
or stub your toes...
...or blow yourselves up.
But you can't depend on me
all your life.
You have to learn that there's
a little Homer Simpson in all of us,
and I'm going to have to live
without your respect and awe.