Bart Simpson writes on the chalkboard in one of the classrooms at "Springfield Elementary School" at the beginning of this episode, "I will not instigate revolution."
The Simpson Family (in order from left to right: Homer Simpson, Marge Simpson, Lisa Simpson, Bart Simpson, and Maggie Simpson) try to sit on the couch at the same time and Maggie Simpson is squeezed off the couch and Marge Simpson catch Maggie Simpson.
Moe: Yeah. Moe's Tavern. Moe speaking.
Bart Simpson: Is Jacques there?
Moe: Who?
Bart Simpson: Jacques. Last name's Strap.
Moe: Hold on. Uh, Jacques Strap. Hey guys, I'm looking for a Jacques Strap.
(patrons at bar laugh)
Moe: Oh, wait a minute. Jockstrap. It's you, isn't it, you cowardly little runt? When I get ahold of you I am gonna gut you like a fish and drink your blood...
Bart Simpson: (laughing)
Bart Simpson: Is Jacques there?
Moe: Who?
Bart Simpson: Jacques. Last name's Strap.
Moe: Hold on. Uh, Jacques Strap. Hey guys, I'm looking for a Jacques Strap.
(patrons at bar laugh)
Moe: Oh, wait a minute. Jockstrap. It's you, isn't it, you cowardly little runt? When I get ahold of you I am gonna gut you like a fish and drink your blood...
Bart Simpson: (laughing)
Maggie Simpson does not say anything in this episode.
Homer Simpson is looking for his car keys at the beginning of the episode.
Bart Simpson suggests Homer Simpson checks the din for his car keys.
Lisa Simpson finds Homer Simpson's car keys in the lock of the front door of the house.
Marge Simpson made two cupcakes and gives them to Homer Simpson and Bart Simpson.
The song that Lisa Simpson and her classmates play on their musical instruments during practice is "My Country 'Tis of Thee."
The lyrics to "My Country 'Tis of Thee:"
My country, 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing;
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the the pilgrims' pride,
From ev'ry mountainside
Let freedom ring!
My native country, thee,
Land of the noble free,
Thy name I love;
I love thy rocks and hills,
Thy woods and templed hills;
My heart with rapture thrills,
Like that above.
Let music swell the breeze,
And ring from all the trees
Sweet freedom's song;
Let mortal tongues awake;
Let all that breathe partake;
Let rocks their silence break,
The sound prolong.
Our fathers' God to thee,
Author of liberty,
To thee we sing.
Long our land be bright,
With freedom's holy light,
Protect us by thy might,
Great God our King.
Our joyful hearts today,
Their grateful tribute pay,
Happy and free,
After our toils and fears,
After our blood and tears,
Strong with our hundred years,
O God, to Thee.
We love thine inland seas,
Thy groves and giant trees,
Thy rolling plains;
Thy rivers' mighty sweep,
Thy mystic canyons deep,
Thy mountains wild and steep,--
All thy domains.
Thy silver Eastern strands,
Thy Golden Gate that stands
Fronting the West;
Thy Flowery Southland fair,
Thy North's sweet, crystal air:
O land beyond compare,
We love thee best!
My country 'tis of thee,
Stronghold of slavery, of thee I sing;
Land where my fathers died,
Where men man's rights deride
From every mountainside thy deeds shall ring!
My native country, thee,
Where all men are born free, if white's their skin;
I love thy hills and dales,
Thy mounts and pleasant vales;
But hate thy negro sales, as foulest sin.
Let wailing swell the breeze,
And ring from all the trees the black man's wrong;
Let every tongue awake;
Let bond and free partake;
Let rocks their silence break, the sound prolong.
Our father's God! to thee,
Author of liberty, to thee we sing;
Soon our land be bright,
With holy freedom's right;
Protect us by thy might, Great God our King.
It comes, the joyful day,
When tyranny's proud sway, stern as the grave,
Shall to the ground be hurl'd,
And freedom's flag, unfurl'd,
Shall wave throughout the world, O'er every slave.
Trump of glad jubilee!
Echo o'er land and sea freedom for all.
Let the glad tidings fly,
And every tribe reply,
"Glory to God on high," at Slavery's fall.
My country, 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing;
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the the pilgrims' pride,
From ev'ry mountainside
Let freedom ring!
My native country, thee,
Land of the noble free,
Thy name I love;
I love thy rocks and hills,
Thy woods and templed hills;
My heart with rapture thrills,
Like that above.
Let music swell the breeze,
And ring from all the trees
Sweet freedom's song;
Let mortal tongues awake;
Let all that breathe partake;
Let rocks their silence break,
The sound prolong.
Our fathers' God to thee,
Author of liberty,
To thee we sing.
Long our land be bright,
With freedom's holy light,
Protect us by thy might,
Great God our King.
Our joyful hearts today,
Their grateful tribute pay,
Happy and free,
After our toils and fears,
After our blood and tears,
Strong with our hundred years,
O God, to Thee.
We love thine inland seas,
Thy groves and giant trees,
Thy rolling plains;
Thy rivers' mighty sweep,
Thy mystic canyons deep,
Thy mountains wild and steep,--
All thy domains.
Thy silver Eastern strands,
Thy Golden Gate that stands
Fronting the West;
Thy Flowery Southland fair,
Thy North's sweet, crystal air:
O land beyond compare,
We love thee best!
My country 'tis of thee,
Stronghold of slavery, of thee I sing;
Land where my fathers died,
Where men man's rights deride
From every mountainside thy deeds shall ring!
My native country, thee,
Where all men are born free, if white's their skin;
I love thy hills and dales,
Thy mounts and pleasant vales;
But hate thy negro sales, as foulest sin.
Let wailing swell the breeze,
And ring from all the trees the black man's wrong;
Let every tongue awake;
Let bond and free partake;
Let rocks their silence break, the sound prolong.
Our father's God! to thee,
Author of liberty, to thee we sing;
Soon our land be bright,
With holy freedom's right;
Protect us by thy might, Great God our King.
It comes, the joyful day,
When tyranny's proud sway, stern as the grave,
Shall to the ground be hurl'd,
And freedom's flag, unfurl'd,
Shall wave throughout the world, O'er every slave.
Trump of glad jubilee!
Echo o'er land and sea freedom for all.
Let the glad tidings fly,
And every tribe reply,
"Glory to God on high," at Slavery's fall.
Bart Simpson starts the food fight in the school cafeteria.
The game that is being played in the gym during P.E. is dodge ball.
Dodge ball is indeed a real game.
Lisa Simpson did not dodge the ball in dodge ball because she is too sad.
The video game that Bart Simpson and Homer Simpson play is "Super Slugfest" and Bart Simpson wins.
"Super Slugfest" is indeed a fictional video game.
The records of Bart Simpson and Homer Simpson's fights while playing he video game "Super Slugfest" is Bart Simpson: 48 to 0 with 48 knockouts, Homer Simpson: 0 to 48.
The school note is about Lisa Simpson and the note says, "To Mr. & Mrs. Simpson Lisa refuses to play dodge ball because she is sad. Principal: Skinner"
Lisa Simpson is feeling sad because of all the suffering in the world.
Homer Simpson gives Lisa Simpson a horsey ride on his leg and Marge Simpson draws Lisa Simpson a bath to get her to stop feeling sad.
Homer Simpson wants Bart Simpson to vacuum the floor.
Maggie Simpson loves neither, she loves the television.
Bart Simpson wins the second time at the video game "Super Slugfest."
Lisa Simpson is playing the blues on her saxophone in her bedroom.
"Tattoos" is indeed a fictional tattoo parlor.
Homer Simpson dreams about being in the video game "Super Slugfest" against Bart Simpson and losing by knockout.
Mr. Murphy's friends call him bleeding gums because he does not go to the dentist.
The lyrics to the song Lisa Simpson and Mr. Murphy play on their saxophones:
Mr. Murphy:
Oh, I'm so lonely
Since my baby left me
I got no money
And nothin' is free
Oh I've been so lonely
Since the day I was born
All I got is this rusty...
This rusty old horn
Lisa Simpson:
I got a bratty brother
He bugs me every day
And this morning my own mother
She gave my last cupcake away
My dad acts like he belongs
He belongs in the zoo
I'm the saddest kid in grade number two
Mr. Murphy:
Oh, I'm so lonely
Since my baby left me
I got no money
And nothin' is free
Oh I've been so lonely
Since the day I was born
All I got is this rusty...
This rusty old horn
Lisa Simpson:
I got a bratty brother
He bugs me every day
And this morning my own mother
She gave my last cupcake away
My dad acts like he belongs
He belongs in the zoo
I'm the saddest kid in grade number two
"The Jazz Hole" is indeed a fictional jazz club.
Homer Simpson is watching the news on television.
Homer Simpson is eating "Pork Rings Light" while watching the news on television.
"Pork Rings Light" is indeed fictional snack product.
"Symphony Hall" is indeed a fictional symphony hall.
"Springfield Museum of Natural History" is indeed a fictional museum of natural history.
"The Springfield Art Center" is indeed a fictional art center.
"Barney's Bowl-O-Rama" is indeed a fictional bowling alley.
Marge Simpson wants Bart Simpson to be nice to his sister, Lisa Simpson.
Homer Simpson goes to "Noise Land Video Arcade."
"Noise Land Video Arcade" is indeed a fictional arcade center.
"Time" is indeed a fictional arcade game.
"Freeway" is indeed a fictional arcade game.
"Itchy & Scratchy" is indeed a fictional arcade game.
"Capt. Noisy" is indeed a fictional arcade game.
"Pac Rat" is indeed a fictional arcade game.
"Eat My Shorts" is indeed a fictional arcade game.
"Robert Goulet Destroyer" is indeed a fictional arcade game.
"Rat Pack II" is indeed a fictional arcade game.
The arcade game that Homer Simpson plays is "Super Slugfest."
Homer Simpson barks like a dog to get an arcade genius to teach him how to win at "Super Slugfest."
"Springfield Elementary School" is indeed a fictional elementary school.
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