Ned: Sports on a Sunday? I'd better ask Reverend Love-
Lovejoy: Oh, just play the damn game, Ned!
Homer: Well, let’s get started. (He begins to run to exercise, and later he is almost kneeling for exhaustion, and sees in the mailbox, "Flanders".) D'oh!
Homer: I'm going to climb this entire mountain on my own!
Sherpa 1: Then technically, shouldn't you go back down and start all over?
Homer: Shut up! You are so fired.
(The Sherpas cartwheel their way down the mountain in delight)
Homer: Come on, you lazy Sherpas, wake up! We've got a mountain to climb.
Sherpa 1: He shouldn't kick us.
Sherpa 2: His toes will fall off soon.
Homer: Aw, damn it! Note: It's almost like saying "Goddamn it!"
Sherpa 1: I foresaw your death last night.
Sherpa 2: Stop saying that!
Homer: Gyme? What's a Gyme?
[Homer enters Gym]
Homer: [Realizing what a gym is] Oh, a Gyme!
Homer: (reading) "Last entry. I have mountaineered to the utmost, but the peak is unclimbable. Worse still, that treacherous skunk Abe Simpson stole my oxygen, and tried to eat my left arm." Eew, Dad! "Tell my beloved wife my last thoughts were of her, blinding and torturing Abe Simpson. Cheerio."