Wilbur Meechum: You think you're better than the great Simpsini?! (hits his son with the large, orange ball) Well, you're not! What you gonna do, write a book about me?!
Wilbur Meechum: You couldn't get in the door at Random House, with your name was Bennett Cerf the third." (continues hitting his son with the basketball) One, two, three, CRY! One, two, three, CRY! (Ben drinks a water in a glass) How's that water, wet like your tears?
(The parody of movie, Precious: Homer as Precious, and Bart as Mary, Precious' mother.)
Mary: Precious, is that you?
Precious: Yes, mama.
Mary: "You think you're so pretty, Where's my Lotto ticket?!
Precious: I forgot, mama. (Mary throws at TV at her daughter but misses, and continues to throw TVs as Precious runs down the stairs.)WAAAAHH!!!!
(Precious is now holding a bucket of chicken wings as she runs.)
Mary: And don't come back without it! (Precious eats while running) You hear me?! Hurry up!
(Precious runs onto the cruise ship. Huge television sets fall and just miss the ship. An even larger set rises out of the water, lifting the ship with it)
Mary: (on TV, glaring) I don't see many more movie roles for a girl like you. Not unless George Lucas needs another Death Star.