I just realized that Nate Silver must have a really crazy life. After all, nobody spends more time polling than him.
If you don't recognize this scene, it's from the season 24 episode, "Love is a Many-Splintered Thing." And, if you don't understand why this joke is funny, then you probably shouldn't be online after 8PM.
...Can you tell that The Simpsons is written by a bunch of millionaires?
I can't believe they aired this joke. What about all the children who were watching? Now, those kids are going to grow up with unrealistic expectations of sandwich satisfaction.
There's nothing inherently sexual about the Mr. Plow song...until you see Homer wearing the jacket (and nothing else) while sauntering to bed and singing the lyrics. Hope you ordered a plow, Marge.
As you can see, the real deal with Waylon Smithers is that he's Mr. Burns' assistant. He's in his early forties, is unmarried, and currently resides in Springfield.
...Do you want to tell Trojan Flanders, or should I?
Kent Brockman is a man of the people, broadcasting this on network television. Usually you have to pay a premium subscription fee for content like that.
This entire conversation was in regard to attending a Krusty the Clown taping. Bart, I'll probably never say this to you again, but you can do better.
Do you hear that? It's the sound of your childhood dying.
...But honestly, you were probably too young to be watching The Simpsons, anyway, so we'll consider it a wash.
Don't worry, Willie. Principal Skinner's so repressed, we're honestly not sure if he's ever slapped a Willie before.
We have to imagine the company went through some growing pains after Sneed purchased it from Chuck and opted to change everything but the rhyme scheme.
Back off, Smithers. This one's taken.
Honestly, it was an empty threat. The old farmer just wanted to see what Standards & Practices would let him get away with saying.
No, no! It's not as bad as you think. What Homer's actually holding there is called a "Whacking Stick." He uses it to whack his snake.
...You know what? Just forget it.