Herman: See, it's a miniature version of the A-Bomb. The government
built it in the fifties to drop on beatniks.
[Homer imagines a beatnik on the grass with a bongo]
Beatnik: Radiant cool, crazy nightmare
Zen New Jersey nowhere...
[A group of beatniks snap their fingers in time]
[Homer flies overhead in a plane]
Homer: Put this in your pipe and smoke it!
[Presses a button, but the A-Bomb doesn't fall]
Beatnik: How now, brown bureaucrat?
[Homer jumps on the bomb, and it falls with him still on it.
He cheers as though he's riding a bronco]
[It explodes, bringing us back to reality]
Take that, Maynard G. Krebs!
Herman: Hey...see the sign? ["Do not ride the bomb"]
Homer: Sorry.
-- Eradication of undesirables, "Homer the Vigilante"
