All Singing, All Dancing/Quotes

Quotes

Marge: We got the popcorn! Did you get Waiting to Exhale?

Homer: Well, they put us on the Waiting to Exhale waiting list, but they said don't hold yer breath.

(Homer walks into the living room)

Lisa: Did you get Emma? Did you get Emma? Didja, didja, didja, huh?

Homer: Whoa, whoa. Calm down, little lady. Take it easy, take it easy, heh, heh. No.

Marge: What did you get?

Homer: Something very close, exactly along those lines. A Clint Eastwood-Lee Marvin shoot-'em-up Western!

(Lisa and Marge share an annoyed murmur. Bart puts a tape in the VCR.)

Bart: So prepare yourself for the bloody mayhem and unholy carnage of Joshua Logan's Paint Your Wagon.

Homer: With blood, I bet!

Man: Hey, that's a pretty sorry-lookin' wagon you got there, mister.

Outlaw: I reckon it could use a... coat of paint.

Man: (calling out happily) Well, what are we waitin' for?

(Music starts and the man and outlaw begin dancing)

Outlaw and Man: (singing) Gonna paint our wagon. Gonna paint it good. We ain't braggin'. We're gonna coat that wood!

Homer: They're singing! They're singing, Marge! Why aren't they killing each other?

(Homer sees something on-screen)

Homer: Wait, wait, wait! Here comes Lee Marvin! Thank God! He's always drunk and violent!

Lee Marvin: Gonna paint your wagon. Gonna paint it fine. Gonna use oil-based paint, 'cause the wood is pine!

Marge: Who knew that Lee Marvin could do such marvelous splits?

Lisa: He's dreamy.

Homer: Oh, why did they have to screw up a perfectly serviceable wagon story with all that fruity singing?

Marge: I thought it was toe-tapping fun.

Homer: Singing is the lowest form of communication.

Marge: Homer, you sing all the time.

Homer: No I don't. I hate to rhyme.

(music starts and the family starts to sing)

Lisa: You like musicals... don't you, dad?

Homer: No, I don't. I think they're bad! They're fake, and phony, and totally wrong!

Bart: Wake up dad, you're singing a song!

Homer: I wouldn't, I couldn't, I hate that stuff!

Marge: Now, Homer, listen, I've had enough! In our family videos, we have plainly seen, you're a singing, dancing, entertainment machine.

Bart: (singing) Mom was right, you're singing's a sin. You're a Les Misera-blay as Lee Marvi-Ahh!

(Homer starts to strangle Bart)

Marge: (singing) Sure, your dad singing could make your hair curl. But you, too, Bart, have sung and danced like a girl.

Bart: Eep.

Lisa: (singing) That was pretty bad, Bart, but it could have been worse. You could have been carrying a sequined purse!

Bart: (singing) I hate to dance, and prance, and sing. That's really more of a Milhouse thing!

Marge: (singing) I think you move like a young Baryshinikov!

(Snake jumps in through the window and points a shotgun at the family)

Snake: (singing) Ha, nobody move, or I'll blow your heads off!