Plot
Mr. Burns discover that he has a long lost son, Larry Burns. Mr. Burns accepts Larry as his son, but soon he loses respect for him when he finds out he is a oaf. So Homer and Larry devise a plan to fake kidnap Larry in Homer's basement, to see if Mr. Burns really cares about Larry.
The police track them down and the devised plan isn't a success. Mr. Burns decides he cannot love his son and he must go. Larry leaves Springfield for ever.
Memorable quotes
Flanders:
Well, if God didn't make little green apples, it's Homer Simpson! How long have you been here?
Homer:
Twenty of the suckiest minutes of my life.
Marge:
Next to Spring and Winter, Fall is my absolute favorite season. Just look at all this beautiful foilage.
Lisa:
It's not "foilage," Mom, it's "foliage." <i>Fo-liage.</i>
Marge:
That's what I said, foilage. It doesn't take a nuclear scientist to pronounce foilage.
Mr. Burns:
Oh this might take a while, Smithers. Why don't you get drunk and stumble around comically for my amusement?
Smithers:
I'll be a one-man conga line, sir.
Homer:
Can't they get a pole for that sign?
Bart:
That's a hitchhiker, Homer.
Homer:
Ooh, let's pick him up!
Marge:
No! What if he's crazy?
Homer:
And what if he's not? Then we'd look like idiots.
Lisa:
(talking about Mr. Burns) He stole our puppies.
Marge:
He sexually harassed me.
Grampa:
He stole my fiancé.
Homer:
He made fun of my weight.
Larry Burns:
Okay, so there's been a bit of friction. Know his address?
Mr. Burns:
You, foodbag - do you have a son?
Homer:
Yes sir, I do.
Mr. Burns:
And is he a constant disappointment? Does he bring home nitwits and make you talk to them?
Homer:
Oh, all the time! Have you ever heard of this kid Milhouse? He's a little wiener who--
Mr. Burns:
Fascinating. Goodnight.
Kent Brockman:
A bloody end for Homer Simpson... is just one of several possible outcomes according to our computer simulation. Now, here's how it would look if the police killed him with a barrage of baseballs.
Wiggum:
Don't be a fool, Simpson! Let the kid go!
Mr. Burns:
The negotiations have failed. Shoot him!
Mr. Burns:
Smithers, take off my belt.
Smithers:
With pleasure, sir!
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