The Simpsons (1989–…): Season 5, Episode 15 - Deep Space Homer - full transcript
The powers that be at NASA, distraught over low television ratings for their space launches, decide to improve them by putting a private citizen on their next space shuttle. After receiving an angry phone call from Homer, they decide he is their man.
Attention. All workers
trudge immediately to the main yard...
for the mandatory Worker
of the Week Award festivities.
Clean. Clean. Pistol. Uzi.
Two kids posing as an adult.
Oh, hey, Homer.
- Hey!
I hate these Worker of
the Week Award ceremonies.
Who even cares anymore? Everyone
that works here has already got one.
Except forrr--
-
Hello. Well, today's the day for HomerJ.
I know I'm gonna win this time.
Yeah? How come?
- Union Rule 26.
'Every employee must win
Worker of the Week at least once...
regardless of gross incompetence,
obesity or rank odor.'
- Attention everyone.
Let's have an awed hush,
please, for Mr. Burns.
Compadres, it is imperative that
we crush the freedom fighters...
before the start of the rainy season.
And remember, a shiny new donkey...
for whoever brings me the head
of Colonel Montoya.
- Hmm? What? Oh.
And by that I mean, of course, it's time
for the Worker of the Week Award.
I can't believe we've overlooked
this week's winner for so very, very long.
We simply could not function
without his tireless efforts.
So, a round of applause for...
this inanimate carbon rod.
Inanimate, huh?
I'll show him inanimate!
Stupid carbon rod.
It's all just a popularity contest.
Wow.! Did you actually get to see the rod?
I'm sorry, Homie.
- Nobody respects me at work.
Well, we respect you.
-
Bart, I told you. Don't draw
on your father's skull.
What? What does it say?
I wanna see.
Uh, TV respects me.
It laughs with me,
not at me.
You stupid--
- D'oh!
It's a lovely day for a launch
here, live at Cape Canaveral...
at the lower end of the Florida peninsula.
And the purpose of today's
mission is truly, really electrifying.
That's correct, Tom. The lion's share
of this flight will be devoted...
to she study of the effects
of weightlessness on tiny screws.
Unbelievable. And just imagine
the logistics of weightlessness.
Of course, this could have literally
millions of applications here on earth...
in everything from
watchmaking to watch repair.
Boring. Oh, no!
The batteries!
Now let's look at the crew a little.
- They're a colorful bunch.
They've been dubbed
the Three Musketeers.
And we laugh legitimately.
There's a mathematician, a different kind
of mathematician and a statistician.
Make it stop!
No, not another boring space launch.
Change the channel!
Change the channel!
- I can't! I can't!
Sir, we've run into a serious problem
with the mission.
These Nielsen ratings are the lowest ever.
Oh, my God!
We've been beaten by
'A Connie Chung Christmas'!
People, we're in danger
of losing our funding.
America isn't interested
in space exploration anymore.
Maybe we should finally
tell them the big secret--
that all the chimps we sent into space
came back superintelligent.
No, I don't think we'll be telling them that.
We need a fresh angle
to get the public interested.
The public see our astronauts
as clean-cut, athletic go-getters.
They hate people like that.
- Well, who do they like?
Here are the most popular personalities
on television or 'TV.'
I did it! I supercharged my riding mower!
Oh, no!
I've killed Wilson!
Looks like it's back to jail for me.
Al, let's have sex!
Uh, no, Peg.
Why, they're all a bunch
of blue-collar slobs.
People, that's who we need
for our next astronaut.
I suggest a lengthy, inefficient search,
at the taxpayers' expense, of course.
Yeah, and I wish there was an easier way.
Hello, is this NASA?
- Yes.
Good. Listen. I'm sick of
your boring space launches.
I'm just an ordinary, blue-collar slob,
but I know what I likes on TV.
How did you get this number?
- Shut up!
And another thing, how come I
can't get no Tang around here? Also--
Hold on a second.
-
People,
our long search is over.
Hello, is this President Clinton? Good!
I figured if anyone knew where
to get some Tang, it'd be you.
Shut up!
- Excuse me.
Are you the person that
called NASAyesterday?
No, it wasn't me! I swear!
It was... him!
Sir, how would you like to get higher
than you've ever been in your life?
Be an astronaut? Sure.
- Well, welcome aboard.
I think you'll find that this will win you
the respect of your family and friends.
Respect? Nooo!
It was me.! I made the crank call.!
I do it all the time.!
Check with the F.B.I.!
I have a file! I have a file!
Eh, better take both of them.
I don't really think that was necessary.
They wanted to be astronauts.
- I know.
Ladies and gentlemen
and members of the press...
I'd like to present the new
generation of NASA astronaut--
the average American.
Jim Wallace, Associated Press.
Is this a joke?
Well, far from it, Jim.
One of these men will prove space travel
is within the reach of the common man.
Toby Hunter, Minneapolis Star.
No, really,
is this a joke?
No, Toby!
And no more questions
about whether this is a joke.
Uh, question for the barbecue chef.
Don't you think there is
an inherent danger...
in sending under-qualified
civilians into space?
I'll field this one.
The only danger is...
if they send us to that
terrible Planet of the Apes.
Wait a minute.
Statue of Liberty.
That was our planet!
You maniacs!
You blew it up!
Damn you!
Damn you all to hell!
Thank you. I'm afraid
that's all we have time for.
Now, of course, only one of you
will be chosen to go into space.
So the next few weeks
will be a grueling series of tests...
to determine which one
of you is most qualified.
Oh, and, Mr. Gumble, for the duration
of the training, there'll be no more beer.
What? Three whole weeks with only wine?
I'll go crazy!
- And may the best man win.
He's got a big drinking problem.
Could embarrass the program.
Meet me up in that tree later,
and I'll tell you more.
Wow, my father,
an astronaut.
I feel so full of--
What's the opposite of shame?
- Pride?
No, not that far from shame.
Less shame?
- Yeah.
You know, Homer,
when I found out about this...
I went through a wide range of emotions.
First I was nervous,
then anxious, then wary...
then apprehensive,
then kind of sleepy...
then worried and then concerned.
But now I realize that being a spaceman...
is something you have to do.
- Who's doing what now?
Well, here I am, right on time.
I don't see...
Barney 'Let's Crash the Rocket Into the
White House and Kill
the President' Gumble.
Actually, he's been here since sunrise.
Hi, Homer. Since they
made me stop drinking...
I've regained my balance and diction.
Observe.
'
Aw, that's nothing.
Watch this.
There once was a man from Nantucket,
who--
I can't stands no more!
Mmm. Mediciney.
I wager 400 quatloos on the newcomer.
Gentlemen, I'd like you to meet
the two experienced astronauts...
who will accompany the winner into space.
Race Banyon and Buzz Aldrin,
the second man on the moon.
Second comes right after first.
So, Barney,
we hear you're kickin' ass.
I, uh, don't think
this contest is over yet, Buzz...
if that is your real name.
I believe there is still a little something
called the swimsuit competition.
There's no swimsuit competition, Homer.
You mean I shaved
my bikini zone for nothing?
Gentlemen, you've both worked very hard.
And in a way,
you're both winners.
But in another more accurate way,
Barney is the winner.
Mmm.
- Congratulations, Barney.
That's very gracious of you, Homer.
Please join us in a toast.
To the mission!
It begins!
Give me that!
- Stop him!
Barney, no! Give me that bottle!
- No! No! No!
Hey!
' Uh-oh.
-
Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!
I don't understand it.
That was nonalcoholic champagne.
Well, Homer, I guess
you're the winner by default.
'De fault'! Whoo-hoo!
The two sweetest words
in the English language.
De fault, de fault, de--
Where'd you get that anyway?
- Sent away.
'The Itchy and Scratchy Show '
The preceding program
contained scenes of extreme violence...
and should not have
been viewed by young children.
Noooooo!
Marge, I don't really
wanna go through with this.
But being an astronaut is
how I got you to respect me.
Homer, when I met you,
you weren't an astronaut.
You didn't even know how
to use a touch-tone.
But I still respected you,
and I always will, no matter what.
Homer, you already dialed.
- Oh.
But on the other hand, when you don't
take advantage of an opportunity...
you can end up regretting it
for the rest of your life.
You're right, Marge. Just like the time
I could've met Mr. T. at the mall.
The entire day, I kept saying, 'I'll go
a little later. I'll go a little later.'
And then when I got there,
they told me he just left.
And when I asked a mall guy
if he would ever come back again...
he said he didn't know.
Well, I'm never gonna let something
like that happen again!
I'm going into space right now!
Oh, I am so proud of you.
And I know it's going to go just fine.
T-minus three minutes
till liftoff and counting.
Mission Control,
this is Corair.
Launch sequence initiated.
All systems go.
Are we there yet? I'm thirsty.
-
Mission Control, request permission
to sedate cargo ahead of schedule.
Permission denied.
- Payload checklist.
I.R.S. surveillance satellite.
- Check.
Ant farm.
- Check.
Children's letters to God.
- Check.
Three, two, one.
Make rocket go now.
Go, Dad, go!
- How doth the hero...
strong and brave,
a celestial path in the heavens pave.
- Go, Dad, go.
Sir, the TV ratings for the launch
are the highest in 1 0 years.
And how's the spacecraft doing?
- I don't know.
All this equipment is just
used to measure TV ratings.
It's beautiful.
It's the most awe-inspiring
sight I have ever seen.
Giver of life,
mother of us all.
Hey, guys, look what I smuggled aboard.
Homer, no!
- Huh?
They'll clog the instruments!
- Careful. They're ruffled.
I'll take care of this.
Mmm.
Ants!
You fool!
Now we may never know...
if ants can be trained
to sort tiny screws in space.
Some good news, gentlemen.
We have quite a treat for you.
We've been able to coax superstar
James Taylor in here to Mission Control...
to wish you well and play you
a little of his own brand...
of laid-back,
adult contemporary music.
Wow, former presidentJames Taylor.
How ya doin', fellas?
- With all due respect, Mr. Taylor...
this isn't the best time for your unique
brand of bittersweet folk rock.
We have a potentially critical situation here.
I'm sure you'll understand.
- Listen, Aldrin.
I'm not as laid-back as people think.
Now here's the deal.
I'm gonna play, and you're
gonna float there and like it.
'When you're down and troubled '
'And you need a helping hand '
'And nothing '
' Oh, nothing is going right '
We'rejust about to get our first pictures
from inside the spacecraft...
with 'averagenaut' Homer Simpson.
And we'd like to--
Ladies and gentlemen,
we've just lost the picture...
but what we've seen speaks for itself.
The Corair spacecraft has
apparently been taken over--
conquered, if you will--
by a master race of giant space ants.
It's difficult to tell from this vantage point...
whether they will consume
the captive Earthmen...
or merely enslave them.
One thing is for certain:
There is no stopping them.
The ants will soon be here.
And I, for one, welcome
our new insect overlords.
I'd like to remind them that
as a trusted TV personality...
I can be helpful in rounding up others...
to toil in their underground sugar caves.
Mmm. Don't worry, kids.
I'm sure your father's all right.
What are you basing that on, Mom?
Who wants gingersnaps?
'There's hours of time
on the telephone line '
' Talking about things to come '
' Sweet dreams and flying machines '
' In pieces on the ground '
Uh--
' Sweet dreams and flying machines '
' Flying safely through the air '
Oh, my God.! The ants
are shorting out our navigation system.!
Ants, huh? We had quite a severe
ant problem at the Vineyard this year.
I had Art Garfunkle
come by with his compressor...
and we created a total vacuum
outside the house...
and we blew the ants out the front door.
But I'm sure you high-tech NASA people
could care less about our resort-town ways.
Quiet, you--
- Wait a minute.
This unkempt youngster
just might be onto something.
Okay, everybody.
Grab on to something.
All right. Here we go.
Three, two, one.
Make hatch blow now.
-
And that is that. Yow!
Oh, my God! This is a disaster!
- Gotta go.
- Here.
Homer, You broke the handle.
With that hatch open,
we'll burn up on reentry!
That's it! If I go,
I'm taking you to hell with me.
Wait a minute, Race.
Wait a minute. Wait!
Aha! Now I'll bust that pretty face of yours!
Oh! Aw, stupid bar!
Wait, Homer. If that bar holds,
we just might make it back to Earth.
Hmm. And I'll bash you good!
Give me that!
-
Well, this reporter was possibly
a little hasty earlier...
and would like to reaffirm his allegiance...
to this country and its human president.
It may not be perfect, but it's still
the best government we have... for now.
Hmm? Oh, yes. By the way,
the spacecraft's still in extreme danger.
May not make it back.
Attempting risky reentry.
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
We'll see you after the movie.
' Oh, those Golden Grahams
Oh, those Golden Grahams '
' Crispy, crunchy graham cereal
Brand-new breakfast treat '
Come on, Dad.
You can make it.
Oh, of course he'll make it.
It's TV.
Uh, how'd you solve the door dilemma?
Homer Simpson was the real hero here.
He jury-rigged the door close using this.
Hey, what is that?
- It's an inanimate carbon rod!
Oh! They were just about
to show some close-ups of the rod.
Oh, stupid rod. I got gypped.
- Homie, you should be proud.
Only a handful of people
have done what you've done.
Yeah, Dad.
How many people have seen...
the ice caps and the deserts all at once...
or the majesty of the northern lights
from 1 00 hundred miles above?
Yeah, maybe I do have the right--
What's that stuff?
Anyway, thanks, Marge, Lisa.
Bart, do you have something
nice to say to your father?
- Nah, he knows how I feel.
D'oh!
trudge immediately to the main yard...
for the mandatory Worker
of the Week Award festivities.
Clean. Clean. Pistol. Uzi.
Two kids posing as an adult.
Oh, hey, Homer.
- Hey!
I hate these Worker of
the Week Award ceremonies.
Who even cares anymore? Everyone
that works here has already got one.
Except forrr--
-
Hello. Well, today's the day for HomerJ.
I know I'm gonna win this time.
Yeah? How come?
- Union Rule 26.
'Every employee must win
Worker of the Week at least once...
regardless of gross incompetence,
obesity or rank odor.'
- Attention everyone.
Let's have an awed hush,
please, for Mr. Burns.
Compadres, it is imperative that
we crush the freedom fighters...
before the start of the rainy season.
And remember, a shiny new donkey...
for whoever brings me the head
of Colonel Montoya.
- Hmm? What? Oh.
And by that I mean, of course, it's time
for the Worker of the Week Award.
I can't believe we've overlooked
this week's winner for so very, very long.
We simply could not function
without his tireless efforts.
So, a round of applause for...
this inanimate carbon rod.
Inanimate, huh?
I'll show him inanimate!
Stupid carbon rod.
It's all just a popularity contest.
Wow.! Did you actually get to see the rod?
I'm sorry, Homie.
- Nobody respects me at work.
Well, we respect you.
-
Bart, I told you. Don't draw
on your father's skull.
What? What does it say?
I wanna see.
Uh, TV respects me.
It laughs with me,
not at me.
You stupid--
- D'oh!
It's a lovely day for a launch
here, live at Cape Canaveral...
at the lower end of the Florida peninsula.
And the purpose of today's
mission is truly, really electrifying.
That's correct, Tom. The lion's share
of this flight will be devoted...
to she study of the effects
of weightlessness on tiny screws.
Unbelievable. And just imagine
the logistics of weightlessness.
Of course, this could have literally
millions of applications here on earth...
in everything from
watchmaking to watch repair.
Boring. Oh, no!
The batteries!
Now let's look at the crew a little.
- They're a colorful bunch.
They've been dubbed
the Three Musketeers.
And we laugh legitimately.
There's a mathematician, a different kind
of mathematician and a statistician.
Make it stop!
No, not another boring space launch.
Change the channel!
Change the channel!
- I can't! I can't!
Sir, we've run into a serious problem
with the mission.
These Nielsen ratings are the lowest ever.
Oh, my God!
We've been beaten by
'A Connie Chung Christmas'!
People, we're in danger
of losing our funding.
America isn't interested
in space exploration anymore.
Maybe we should finally
tell them the big secret--
that all the chimps we sent into space
came back superintelligent.
No, I don't think we'll be telling them that.
We need a fresh angle
to get the public interested.
The public see our astronauts
as clean-cut, athletic go-getters.
They hate people like that.
- Well, who do they like?
Here are the most popular personalities
on television or 'TV.'
I did it! I supercharged my riding mower!
Oh, no!
I've killed Wilson!
Looks like it's back to jail for me.
Al, let's have sex!
Uh, no, Peg.
Why, they're all a bunch
of blue-collar slobs.
People, that's who we need
for our next astronaut.
I suggest a lengthy, inefficient search,
at the taxpayers' expense, of course.
Yeah, and I wish there was an easier way.
Hello, is this NASA?
- Yes.
Good. Listen. I'm sick of
your boring space launches.
I'm just an ordinary, blue-collar slob,
but I know what I likes on TV.
How did you get this number?
- Shut up!
And another thing, how come I
can't get no Tang around here? Also--
Hold on a second.
-
People,
our long search is over.
Hello, is this President Clinton? Good!
I figured if anyone knew where
to get some Tang, it'd be you.
Shut up!
- Excuse me.
Are you the person that
called NASAyesterday?
No, it wasn't me! I swear!
It was... him!
Sir, how would you like to get higher
than you've ever been in your life?
Be an astronaut? Sure.
- Well, welcome aboard.
I think you'll find that this will win you
the respect of your family and friends.
Respect? Nooo!
It was me.! I made the crank call.!
I do it all the time.!
Check with the F.B.I.!
I have a file! I have a file!
Eh, better take both of them.
I don't really think that was necessary.
They wanted to be astronauts.
- I know.
Ladies and gentlemen
and members of the press...
I'd like to present the new
generation of NASA astronaut--
the average American.
Jim Wallace, Associated Press.
Is this a joke?
Well, far from it, Jim.
One of these men will prove space travel
is within the reach of the common man.
Toby Hunter, Minneapolis Star.
No, really,
is this a joke?
No, Toby!
And no more questions
about whether this is a joke.
Uh, question for the barbecue chef.
Don't you think there is
an inherent danger...
in sending under-qualified
civilians into space?
I'll field this one.
The only danger is...
if they send us to that
terrible Planet of the Apes.
Wait a minute.
Statue of Liberty.
That was our planet!
You maniacs!
You blew it up!
Damn you!
Damn you all to hell!
Thank you. I'm afraid
that's all we have time for.
Now, of course, only one of you
will be chosen to go into space.
So the next few weeks
will be a grueling series of tests...
to determine which one
of you is most qualified.
Oh, and, Mr. Gumble, for the duration
of the training, there'll be no more beer.
What? Three whole weeks with only wine?
I'll go crazy!
- And may the best man win.
He's got a big drinking problem.
Could embarrass the program.
Meet me up in that tree later,
and I'll tell you more.
Wow, my father,
an astronaut.
I feel so full of--
What's the opposite of shame?
- Pride?
No, not that far from shame.
Less shame?
- Yeah.
You know, Homer,
when I found out about this...
I went through a wide range of emotions.
First I was nervous,
then anxious, then wary...
then apprehensive,
then kind of sleepy...
then worried and then concerned.
But now I realize that being a spaceman...
is something you have to do.
- Who's doing what now?
Well, here I am, right on time.
I don't see...
Barney 'Let's Crash the Rocket Into the
White House and Kill
the President' Gumble.
Actually, he's been here since sunrise.
Hi, Homer. Since they
made me stop drinking...
I've regained my balance and diction.
Observe.
'
Aw, that's nothing.
Watch this.
There once was a man from Nantucket,
who--
I can't stands no more!
Mmm. Mediciney.
I wager 400 quatloos on the newcomer.
Gentlemen, I'd like you to meet
the two experienced astronauts...
who will accompany the winner into space.
Race Banyon and Buzz Aldrin,
the second man on the moon.
Second comes right after first.
So, Barney,
we hear you're kickin' ass.
I, uh, don't think
this contest is over yet, Buzz...
if that is your real name.
I believe there is still a little something
called the swimsuit competition.
There's no swimsuit competition, Homer.
You mean I shaved
my bikini zone for nothing?
Gentlemen, you've both worked very hard.
And in a way,
you're both winners.
But in another more accurate way,
Barney is the winner.
Mmm.
- Congratulations, Barney.
That's very gracious of you, Homer.
Please join us in a toast.
To the mission!
It begins!
Give me that!
- Stop him!
Barney, no! Give me that bottle!
- No! No! No!
Hey!
' Uh-oh.
-
Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!
I don't understand it.
That was nonalcoholic champagne.
Well, Homer, I guess
you're the winner by default.
'De fault'! Whoo-hoo!
The two sweetest words
in the English language.
De fault, de fault, de--
Where'd you get that anyway?
- Sent away.
'The Itchy and Scratchy Show '
The preceding program
contained scenes of extreme violence...
and should not have
been viewed by young children.
Noooooo!
Marge, I don't really
wanna go through with this.
But being an astronaut is
how I got you to respect me.
Homer, when I met you,
you weren't an astronaut.
You didn't even know how
to use a touch-tone.
But I still respected you,
and I always will, no matter what.
Homer, you already dialed.
- Oh.
But on the other hand, when you don't
take advantage of an opportunity...
you can end up regretting it
for the rest of your life.
You're right, Marge. Just like the time
I could've met Mr. T. at the mall.
The entire day, I kept saying, 'I'll go
a little later. I'll go a little later.'
And then when I got there,
they told me he just left.
And when I asked a mall guy
if he would ever come back again...
he said he didn't know.
Well, I'm never gonna let something
like that happen again!
I'm going into space right now!
Oh, I am so proud of you.
And I know it's going to go just fine.
T-minus three minutes
till liftoff and counting.
Mission Control,
this is Corair.
Launch sequence initiated.
All systems go.
Are we there yet? I'm thirsty.
-
Mission Control, request permission
to sedate cargo ahead of schedule.
Permission denied.
- Payload checklist.
I.R.S. surveillance satellite.
- Check.
Ant farm.
- Check.
Children's letters to God.
- Check.
Three, two, one.
Make rocket go now.
Go, Dad, go!
- How doth the hero...
strong and brave,
a celestial path in the heavens pave.
- Go, Dad, go.
Sir, the TV ratings for the launch
are the highest in 1 0 years.
And how's the spacecraft doing?
- I don't know.
All this equipment is just
used to measure TV ratings.
It's beautiful.
It's the most awe-inspiring
sight I have ever seen.
Giver of life,
mother of us all.
Hey, guys, look what I smuggled aboard.
Homer, no!
- Huh?
They'll clog the instruments!
- Careful. They're ruffled.
I'll take care of this.
Mmm.
Ants!
You fool!
Now we may never know...
if ants can be trained
to sort tiny screws in space.
Some good news, gentlemen.
We have quite a treat for you.
We've been able to coax superstar
James Taylor in here to Mission Control...
to wish you well and play you
a little of his own brand...
of laid-back,
adult contemporary music.
Wow, former presidentJames Taylor.
How ya doin', fellas?
- With all due respect, Mr. Taylor...
this isn't the best time for your unique
brand of bittersweet folk rock.
We have a potentially critical situation here.
I'm sure you'll understand.
- Listen, Aldrin.
I'm not as laid-back as people think.
Now here's the deal.
I'm gonna play, and you're
gonna float there and like it.
'When you're down and troubled '
'And you need a helping hand '
'And nothing '
' Oh, nothing is going right '
We'rejust about to get our first pictures
from inside the spacecraft...
with 'averagenaut' Homer Simpson.
And we'd like to--
Ladies and gentlemen,
we've just lost the picture...
but what we've seen speaks for itself.
The Corair spacecraft has
apparently been taken over--
conquered, if you will--
by a master race of giant space ants.
It's difficult to tell from this vantage point...
whether they will consume
the captive Earthmen...
or merely enslave them.
One thing is for certain:
There is no stopping them.
The ants will soon be here.
And I, for one, welcome
our new insect overlords.
I'd like to remind them that
as a trusted TV personality...
I can be helpful in rounding up others...
to toil in their underground sugar caves.
Mmm. Don't worry, kids.
I'm sure your father's all right.
What are you basing that on, Mom?
Who wants gingersnaps?
'There's hours of time
on the telephone line '
' Talking about things to come '
' Sweet dreams and flying machines '
' In pieces on the ground '
Uh--
' Sweet dreams and flying machines '
' Flying safely through the air '
Oh, my God.! The ants
are shorting out our navigation system.!
Ants, huh? We had quite a severe
ant problem at the Vineyard this year.
I had Art Garfunkle
come by with his compressor...
and we created a total vacuum
outside the house...
and we blew the ants out the front door.
But I'm sure you high-tech NASA people
could care less about our resort-town ways.
Quiet, you--
- Wait a minute.
This unkempt youngster
just might be onto something.
Okay, everybody.
Grab on to something.
All right. Here we go.
Three, two, one.
Make hatch blow now.
-
And that is that. Yow!
Oh, my God! This is a disaster!
- Gotta go.
- Here.
Homer, You broke the handle.
With that hatch open,
we'll burn up on reentry!
That's it! If I go,
I'm taking you to hell with me.
Wait a minute, Race.
Wait a minute. Wait!
Aha! Now I'll bust that pretty face of yours!
Oh! Aw, stupid bar!
Wait, Homer. If that bar holds,
we just might make it back to Earth.
Hmm. And I'll bash you good!
Give me that!
-
Well, this reporter was possibly
a little hasty earlier...
and would like to reaffirm his allegiance...
to this country and its human president.
It may not be perfect, but it's still
the best government we have... for now.
Hmm? Oh, yes. By the way,
the spacecraft's still in extreme danger.
May not make it back.
Attempting risky reentry.
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
We'll see you after the movie.
' Oh, those Golden Grahams
Oh, those Golden Grahams '
' Crispy, crunchy graham cereal
Brand-new breakfast treat '
Come on, Dad.
You can make it.
Oh, of course he'll make it.
It's TV.
Uh, how'd you solve the door dilemma?
Homer Simpson was the real hero here.
He jury-rigged the door close using this.
Hey, what is that?
- It's an inanimate carbon rod!
Oh! They were just about
to show some close-ups of the rod.
Oh, stupid rod. I got gypped.
- Homie, you should be proud.
Only a handful of people
have done what you've done.
Yeah, Dad.
How many people have seen...
the ice caps and the deserts all at once...
or the majesty of the northern lights
from 1 00 hundred miles above?
Yeah, maybe I do have the right--
What's that stuff?
Anyway, thanks, Marge, Lisa.
Bart, do you have something
nice to say to your father?
- Nah, he knows how I feel.
D'oh!