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Bart: Dad, how come you smell of shit?
Homer: WHY YOU LITTLE...
(Homer chokes the shit out of Bart.)
Marge: Homer, you'll break his neck!
(Homer knocks Marge down with a stiff backhand and goes back to choking Bart. Lisa watches impassively.)
Lisa: Oh dear, poor Bart.
(There is a "pop". Bart is dead.)
Homer: Hehehehe!
Maggie: !
Chief Wiggum: I just got a report of a dead Bart...
(Homer launches onto Wiggum, fists flying. He doesn't stop punching until Wiggum has been pounded into the carpet.)
Marge: Oh Homie, you can't keep killing people!
Lisa: Don't tell him what he can't do.
(Krusty walks in, naked.)
Krusty: I'm so fucking high!
(Homer smashes Krusty's face in with a golf club.)
Homer: Hehehehe! Another clown for the pile!
(He drags Krusty's corpse to the basement where AT LEAST A DOZEN CLOWNS lie dead. He throws Krusty on top of the pile.)
Marge: What are you going to do with Bart's body?
(LATER THAT DAY.)
Flanders: Oh my lord, what the diddily-doo is Bart's head doing stuck on that spike in your front garden!
Homer: It's a warning.
Flanders: A warning to who!?
Homer: YOU.
(Homer pulls out a gun and shoots Flanders in the knees.)
Lisa: Where's your messiah now, Flanders?
Marge: Homer, that's very cruel!
(Lisa pushes Marge down the stairs into the basement and locks her door.)
Marge: BUT IT STINK OF ROTTING CLOWN DOWN HERE!
(Ralph Wiggum shows up.)
Ralph: Have you seen my dad?
Homer: D'OH, I can't kill this little guy! Lisa, give him head!
(Lisa gives Ralph head.)
Tony Blair: Hang-on, that's the olympic logo!
Homer: SHUT THE FUCK UP, BLAIR.
(Homer wakes up with a start in bed.)
Homer: I had the funniest dream!
Marge: Oh?
(Homer punches Marge in the face, hard.)
Homer: I DIDN'T GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO TALK.
Homer: WHY YOU LITTLE...
(Homer chokes the shit out of Bart.)
Marge: Homer, you'll break his neck!
(Homer knocks Marge down with a stiff backhand and goes back to choking Bart. Lisa watches impassively.)
Lisa: Oh dear, poor Bart.
(There is a "pop". Bart is dead.)
Homer: Hehehehe!
Maggie: !
Chief Wiggum: I just got a report of a dead Bart...
(Homer launches onto Wiggum, fists flying. He doesn't stop punching until Wiggum has been pounded into the carpet.)
Marge: Oh Homie, you can't keep killing people!
Lisa: Don't tell him what he can't do.
(Krusty walks in, naked.)
Krusty: I'm so fucking high!
(Homer smashes Krusty's face in with a golf club.)
Homer: Hehehehe! Another clown for the pile!
(He drags Krusty's corpse to the basement where AT LEAST A DOZEN CLOWNS lie dead. He throws Krusty on top of the pile.)
Marge: What are you going to do with Bart's body?
(LATER THAT DAY.)
Flanders: Oh my lord, what the diddily-doo is Bart's head doing stuck on that spike in your front garden!
Homer: It's a warning.
Flanders: A warning to who!?
Homer: YOU.
(Homer pulls out a gun and shoots Flanders in the knees.)
Lisa: Where's your messiah now, Flanders?
Marge: Homer, that's very cruel!
(Lisa pushes Marge down the stairs into the basement and locks her door.)
Marge: BUT IT STINK OF ROTTING CLOWN DOWN HERE!
(Ralph Wiggum shows up.)
Ralph: Have you seen my dad?
Homer: D'OH, I can't kill this little guy! Lisa, give him head!
(Lisa gives Ralph head.)
Tony Blair: Hang-on, that's the olympic logo!
Homer: SHUT THE FUCK UP, BLAIR.
(Homer wakes up with a start in bed.)
Homer: I had the funniest dream!
Marge: Oh?
(Homer punches Marge in the face, hard.)
Homer: I DIDN'T GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO TALK.
