Marge: Aren't you glad we got out of the house and came downtown for a
little culture?
Homer: Peh. They're butchering the classics. Could that bassoon have
come in any more late?
Marge: Aw, come on, Homer, there's lasers. You like lasers...
Homer: Laser effects, mirrored balls...John Williams must be rolling
around in his grave.
[the music segues from "Star Wars" to "Twinkle Twinkle, Little
Star"]
Hibbert: [chuckles] Devilishiously satirical! I wonder if anyone else
got that.
-- The Boston Pops, the modern equivalent of death,
"The Springfield Connection"
