Abe: Hot diggety! I'm going to smooch her like a mule eating an
apple! [demonstrates] I even bought me some special novelty
dentures. [turns off light] See? [smiles. Dentures glow, "Kiss
me, sweetie!"]
Homer: Dad, that will never work. If you want to make your move, you
got to play it...cool. [jazz bass and cymbals start playing]
[to the beat] Now what you gotta do
If you wanna get a kiss
Is act real smooth
And make your move like this:
[stands up, stretches and yawns, and sits down again, arm still
outstretched so it lands around Abe's shoulder]
Abe: Oh, I see!
[to the beat] So if I take your advice
And make your patented move,
Then my chances for love
Will slightly improve?
[does the Homer move]
Homer: [giggles] Now what's that rule?
Abe: Play it cool. [music stops]
[doorbell rings. Abe panics, jumps behind the couch]
-- Real cool, just like that, "Lady Bouvier's Lover"
