Get in Ralphie’s sandbox
September 27, 2001
I don’t know about you guys, but I think it’s about time for a few minutes of comic relief. Or even a half-hour, in the form of one of the best shows ever made: “The Simpsons.” Or as I affectionately call it, “Los Simpsones.” I’m not Hispanic, I’m just a goofball. But I digress.
In this trying time, worrying about exams and jobs and World War III, there’s just one thing you need to remember: Everyone possesses that little spark inside that keeps him or her going. It’s that special intangible, that happy fog that blocks the stress centers in the brain.
It’s your inner Homer. And you need to get in touch with him.
Homer is a good-natured guy, yellowish in skin-tone and about as smart as a brick. But that’s OK, ‘cause you don’t need intelligence to love and be lovable, to give viewers a whole bunch of belly laughs and to brilliantly comment on the stupidity in society in only a half-hour a day (or up to an hour-and-a-half, if you’re a real junkie).
Here’s a few of the best characters and their quotes, which are some of the very few things redeeming Fox from the hellish depths of “Love Cruise.” You can read more of them at www.lifeisajoke.com/simpsonspeak_html, along with a Kwik-E-Mart’s worth of other fun stuff.
Homer:
— “I’m in a place where I don’t know where I am!”
— “Donuts. Is there anything they can’t do?”
— “Ah, beer, my one weakness. My achilles heel, if you will.”
— “Here’s to alcohol: the source of, and answer to, all of life’s problems.”
— “And how is education supposed to make me feel smarter? Besides, every time I learn something new, it pushes some old stuff out of my brain. Remember when I took that home wine-making course and I forgot how to drive?”
Marge: She doesn’t always provide the hilarity that the other characters do, but she has her moments.
— “Lisa, stop blowing my sex. I mean, stop blowing your sax, your sax!”
— “Well, it doesn’t matter how you feel inside, you know? It’s what shows up on the surface that counts. That’s what my mother taught me.”
Bart: It wouldn’t be a complete Simpson’s column without mention of the little dude. Seemingly sharper than both of his parents, Bart drew in the show’s initial commercial success as The Simpson’s poster (T-shirt) boy.
— “What’s Santa’s Little Helper doing to that dog? Looks like he’s trying to jump over, but he can’t quite make it.”
— “I am through with working. Working is for chumps.”
Lisa: Ah, sensible Lisa. The epitome of P.C., she reminds us of all the things wrong with the world, great and small. But we can all relate to her wide-eyed naivete.
— “It’s just hard not to listen to TV. It’s spent so much more time raising us than you have.”
— “Mom, romance is dead. It was acquired in a hostile takeover by Hallmark and Disney, homogenized and sold off piece by piece.”
Ralph Wiggum: You can’t get much better than little Ralphie, who just might be as smart as Homer when he grows up.
— “Oh boy, sleep! That’s where I’m a viking!”
— “When I grow up, I’m going to bovine university!”
— “That’s where I saw the Leprechaun. He tells me to burn things!”
Abraham Simpson (Grandpa): A great vehicle for frequent reminders of the often-forgotten elderly.
— “The story of the Simpson family began in the Old Country. I forget which one exactly. My dad would drone on and on about America. He thought it was the greatest thing since sliced bread, sliced bread having been invented the previous winter.”
— “The good Lord lets us grow old for a reason: To gain the wisdom to find fault with everything He’s made.”
Alas, lack of space limits the characters and quotes that I can cram into this column. Where’s Moe, Ned Flanders, Reverend Lovejoy, Seymour Skinner, etc. etc? … Tell it to the editors. In the meantime, have a donut, crack open a Duff and work on that butt-groove in your couch. Become one with your inner Homer. Brains are overrated.