It works on so many levels!
Don’t forget the joke at the expense of the Bronco’s: Classic!!
King-Size Homer, King-Size Homer!
(The one where Homer gains 61 pounds to go on disability)
I’m not sure how often it gets re-run, but damn near everything in it hits.
Dr. Nick: Now there are many options available for dangerously underweighted individuals like yourself. I recommend a slow steady gorging process combined with complete assal horizontology.
: Hey, did you go to the Hollywood Upstairs Medical College too.
Homer: “To Start Press Any Key”. Where’s the ANY key? I see Esk, Catarl, and Pig-Up. There doesn’t seem to be any ANY key. Woo! All this computer hacking is making me thirsty. I think I’ll order a TAB. Uh-oh…no time for that now, the computer’s starting. “Check core tem-per-a-ture, yes slash no.” Yes. “Core temperature normal.” Hmph. Not too shabby. “Vent radioactive gas.” NO. “Venting prevents explosi-on.” Heeheee…whoa, this is hard. Where’s my Tab? Okay, then, YES, vent the stupid gas. (gas vents on farm)
Farmer: Oh, no! The corn. Paul Newman’s gonna have my legs broke.
Homer: I don’t want to look like a weirdo. I’ll just go with a muumuu.
Arnie: Arnie Pie in the sky with the morning commute. Traffic this morning is as bad as it gets. Due to a fire at the Army testing lab, a bunch of escaped infected monkeys are roaming the expressway. Despite the sweltering heat, don’t unroll your windows, 'cause those monkeys seem confused and irritable.
Then there’s the last few minutes where he’s trying to get to the power plant. The sign he’s holding “Give me a ride or everyone dies.” The freaked out look on the Mr Softy truck driver’s face. Classic.