Couch: The TV and couch are on a ship in stormy waters. The Simpsons (dressed in yellow raincoats) sit down, but a giant wave washes the ship away, leaving the TV to float in the ocean.
Cecil: There it is, the future site of the Springfield hydroelectric dam.
Bob: Just the thought of all that raw power makes me wonder why the hell I should care.
Cecil: Because you'll be supervising the construction crew.
Bob: Oh, great. I supposed that when a woman passes by, it will be my job to lead in the hooting. 'Oh, yeah! Shake it, madam. Capital knockers!'
Marge: Oh, you have nothing to worry about, honey.
Homer: Your mother's right, Bart. Sure, you're the one who ruined all of Sideshow Bob's criminal schemes…
Marge: We're very proud of you, by the way.
Homer: …and sure, he's probably so insane with rage that he'd butcher you horribly if he could.
Marge: But, he's safely locked away.
Homer: In a medium-security prison.
Marge: For life!
Homer: Unless he gets out somehow.
Marge: Which is impossible.
Homer: Or so you'd think! Except he's done it so many times before.
Cecil: Hello, brother. All's well, I trust?
Bob: It most certainly is not. The workmen you've given me don't know their asses from the hole in the ground they blew up yesterday.
Cecil: Come now, you speak as if they were nothing but a gaggle of slack-jawed yokels.
Cletus: Mister Terwillidjer, come quick. There's trouble down to the See-Ment mixer, sir!
Sideshow Bob: Whenever I could find a spare moment I've tried to murder Bart Simpson.
(Bart shrieks in terror and runs away.)
Homer: He said "tried!"
Marge: Hmm, somebody should really go up there and talk to him!
(Lisa sighs and gets up)