Homer: I don't think you realize what you're saying…
Homer: Lisa, don't hold anything back, you can tell me. Are you crying 'cause you called daddy a baboon?
Homer: Nuts. I know you are sad because you lost a man you care about. I cannot relate because everyone I care about is under this roof. In a way I consider myself lucky. If you want think I am a baboon, I can be one.
Homer makes monkey noises and apes about Lisa's bedroom, which makes her laugh.
Homer: So are we all well?
Lisa: Yes, Dad.
Bart's bedroom. He is angrily throwing a rubber ball against the wall.
Bart: (talking to himself) Stupid Martin Prince!
Homer enters bedroom.
Homer: Bart, does the class president get paid?
Homer: Does he have to do extra work?
Homer: And is this Martin Prince going to get to do anything neat, like throw out the first ball at the World Series?
Bart: Hell no!
Homer: So let the baby have his bottle! That is what I always tell myself.