They walk past a vending machine advertising Crystal Buzz Cola. “Mmm,”
Homer says, “invisible cola.” When he turns out his pockets, he finds
no change, so he decides it’s time to stick it to the man. As he
reaches up the slot, Carl warns him that someone lost an arm doing the
same thing, but Homer passes it off as an old wives’ tale. Inside the
machine, we see the skeletal remains of another arm with the hand still
clutching a Fresca can.
[Homer reaches inside a pop machine, grunting]
Homer: Just…a little more…argh…got it! [realizing] Aah! I’m
stuck. Help me!
Carl: He’s done for!
Lenny: Let’s get out of here!
[They run off screaming]
Homer: [dragging the machine behind him] Must…get to ballet…
promised…Marge!
– A man with a mission, “Marge on the Lam”
But Homer can only drag the machine so far.
Hello? Can I get some help? Snack-related mishap!
{Meanwhile, Homer, still slumped between the vending machines, laments
his predicament. Rescue workers have tied the area off with yellow
“Police Line” tape. “I’m gonna have these things on my arms forever,”
he moans, imagining himself at Maggie’s wedding as the father of the
bride on stage, tossing free candy and sodas to everyone from the
vending machines still attached to his shoulders. “Mmm, convenient.”}
It’s come down to brass tacks for the rescue workers.
Man: Homer, this…this is never easy to say. I’m going to have to
saw your arms off. [brandishes a buzzsaw]
Homer: [plaintive] They’ll grow back, right?
Man: Oh, er, yeah.
Homer: Whew!
– He failed anatomy, I guess, “Marge on the Lam”
Just as the man is about to being cutting, another man asks Homer if
he’s just holding on to the can. “Your point being?” queries Homer. In
the next shot, he slinks away from the plant and the derisive laughter
of the rescue workers, his arms free at last.
Simpsons did it! :D
The Simpsons [1F03] Marge on the Lam
They walk past a vending machine advertising Crystal Buzz Cola. “Mmm,” Homer says, “invisible cola.” When he turns out his pockets, he finds no change, so he decides it’s time to stick it to the man. As he reaches up the slot, Carl warns him that someone lost an arm doing the same thing, but Homer passes it off as an old wives’ tale. Inside the machine, we see the skeletal remains of another arm with the hand still clutching a Fresca can.
[Homer reaches inside a pop machine, grunting]Homer: Just…a little more…argh…got it! [realizing] Aah! I’m stuck. Help me! Carl: He’s done for! Lenny: Let’s get out of here! [They run off screaming] Homer: [dragging the machine behind him] Must…get to ballet… promised…Marge! – A man with a mission, “Marge on the Lam”
But Homer can only drag the machine so far.
Hello? Can I get some help? Snack-related mishap!
{Meanwhile, Homer, still slumped between the vending machines, laments his predicament. Rescue workers have tied the area off with yellow “Police Line” tape. “I’m gonna have these things on my arms forever,” he moans, imagining himself at Maggie’s wedding as the father of the bride on stage, tossing free candy and sodas to everyone from the vending machines still attached to his shoulders. “Mmm, convenient.”}
It’s come down to brass tacks for the rescue workers.
Man: Homer, this…this is never easy to say. I’m going to have to saw your arms off. [brandishes a buzzsaw] Homer: [plaintive] They’ll grow back, right? Man: Oh, er, yeah. Homer: Whew! – He failed anatomy, I guess, “Marge on the Lam”
Just as the man is about to being cutting, another man asks Homer if he’s just holding on to the can. “Your point being?” queries Homer. In the next shot, he slinks away from the plant and the derisive laughter of the rescue workers, his arms free at last.