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Homer and his buddies start a riot after the Springfield Isotopes win the league championship. Thinking the destruction is the fault of the town's youth, the authorities impose a curfew for everyone under the age of 18, which the kids rebel against by starting an after-midnight pirate radio station.
Chalkboard: Sherri does not "got back"
Couch: In a parody of the famous scene in Dr. Strangelove where Slim Pickens’ character rides a nuclear bomb, the Simpsons (wearing white cowboy hats) straddle the couch as it drops from a bomb bay door. The Simpsons scream, “Yahoo!” as they plummet into oblivion.
Nelson: You adults are always giving orders!
Skinner: Well, you kids are always disobeying them!
Milhouse: Adults treat kids like children!
Kirk: Kids treat adults like cash machines!
Rev. Lovejoy: Kids! You've had your and we've had our fill!
Homer: Yeah! You're only here because Marge forgot her pill!
Marge: (Embarrassed) Hrmm.
Wiggum: Kids! You're all scandalizing, vandalizing punks!
Krusty: Channel-hopping, Ritalin popping monkeys! (But please don't quit the fan-club!)
Marge: Kids! I can nag and nag till my hair turns blue!
Ms. Krabappel: Kids! You bum my smokes and don't say thank-you.
Rod and Todd: Why can't you be like we are? (Gets hit with tomatoes)
Adults: Oh what a bunch of brats!
Moe: We outta drown you just-like-cats!
Bart: Adults! You run our lives like you're Col. Klink!
Nelson: Adults! You strut around like your farts don't stink!
Lisa: Adults! Such a drooling, snoring, boozing, boring bunch!
Surly, meanie, three-martini lunchers!
Ralph: I just ate a thumbtack!
Milhouse: Adults! Always telling us to-
Abe: Shut your traps!
Jasper: Eh…We're all fed up with you whippersnaps.
Old folks: We're trying to get some sleep here; it's almost 6:15!
Adults: Don't you treat us like-
Kids: Why can't you just lay off-
Old folks: What's the matter with-
Everyone: KIDS… TOO… DAY!
Kent: Well, here's a die-hard fan. Sir, your beloved Isotopes are about to make history. Any thoughts?
Homer: Uh-huh, it's a great team, Kent. We never gave up hope … I wanna thank Jesus, and say hi to my special lady Marge. We did it, baby! Whoo! Whooooo!
Kent: The inspiring words of a fan who'll always root, root, root for the home team. Even if they lose this ga…
Homer: They lost?! Those losers!
Kent: No, no, no, the game's not over.
Homer: Whoo! Not over! Whoo!
Kent: There you have it … whoo.
Game Announcer: That'll bring up Babe Ruth the fourth. 'Course he's no Babe Ruth the third, but the franchise is very excited about this illegitimate great-grand Bambino! And what's this? He's pointing to the right-field bleachers, probably at a dying little boy. (Points towards Bart)
Bart: Mom, am I dying?
Marge: No, of course not!
Lisa: (whispering) Is he, Mom? You can tell me.