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(Bart runs to Homer after he is shot by a tranquilizer dart)
: Avenge me, son. Avenge my death.
Homer (Homer starts to snore loudly and Bart looks at him surprised)
(At a press conference scientists discuss their findings on Homer)
German Scientist: This much I believe we can agree upon: this specimen is either a below-average human being or...a brilliant beast.
Simpsons residence. Marge & Homer are in bed, watching the report on TV. Marge shuts off TV
Homer: Boy, the guys at the plant are going to have a field day with this one.
Marge: I am sorry this happened. Good night, my...brilliant beast!
(Homer and Bart search for a way out of the forest)
Homer: Through here, boy. Back to civilization.
: How do you know?
Bart Homer: When you're an experienced woodsman like me, you get a feel for these things. It becomes natural, like a third sense.
(Bob the RV salesman tries to sell Homer the small, beat up RV)
: Mr. Simpson, you're never gonna own a better RV. And I don't mean that in a good way. I mean literally, buddy. This is for you, you know? It's this or a wagon.
(Bob the RV salesman checks Homer's credit on a computer, and a siren wails when the results come back)
Homer: Is that a good siren? Am I approved?
Bob: You ever known a siren to be good? (chuckles) No, Mr. Simpson, it's not. It's a bad siren. That's the computer in case I went blind, telling me, "Sell the vehicle to this fella, and you're outta business." That's what the siren says.
ing back there?
Lisa: We're playing, "
(Bob the RV salesman shows the Simpson family the "Ultimate Behemoth")
Bart: Does it have its own satellite dish, sir?
Bob: You can tell your son it has its own satellite. The VanStar One, launched last February, just for this thing, that's all.
Bart: Whoa, man!
: I'm not sure that we can afford--
Marge Homer: Does it have a deep fryer?
Bob: It has four of them--one for each part of the chicken.
(A naturalist captures a muddy Homer on tape and the footage is shown on the news)
Reporter: Now, the naturalist who took these absolutely extraordinary pictures was most impressed by the creature's uncivilized look, its foul language and, most of all, its indescribable stench.
(Homer and Bart survive after falling over a waterfall)
Homer: Oh, Bart! Oh, Bart, my beautiful son! Why couldn't you have taken me? Of all the fates on Heaven and Earth, why did this one befall me? (sobs loudly)
Bart: Don't have a cow, Dad.
Homer: What the--D'oh! (Sees Bart on the other side of the river) You're alive! And (Chuckles) buck naked!
Bart: I'm not the only one, Home boy.
Homer: What? Oh! ( Chuckles) Jungle man.
(Homer beats his chest and hollers like Tarzan)
(After his RV crashes at the bottom of a canyon, Homer needs a minute alone)
Homer: (To Marge and the kids) Now you all stay here for a minute while I go over this way and try to get my bearings.
(Homer walks into the woods a little ways)
Homer: What am I gonna do? I've murdered us all!
Homer's Echo: I've murdered us all! I've murdered us all!
Homer: Shut up!
Homer's Echo: Shut up! Shut up!
Homer's Echo: D'oh! D'oh!
(Marge groans, as she and the kids can hear Homer's echo)
(Bart and Lisa entertain each other in the back seat of the RV)
Bart: Turkey farm?
Lisa Bart: Skunks?
Marge: What are you doing back there?
Lisa: We're playing, "What's that odor"?
Bart: Dad's feet?
Lisa: You win, Bart.
Bart: Are we there yet, Dad?
Homer: I'll tell you when we get there. Go back to your smell game.
(Homer drives by Ned Flanders's house in his "new" RV)
Homer: Hey, Flanders! Look what I've got!
: Ned (whistles) Oh, she's a beaut! Hey, congratulations, Simpson! I'm sure you'll have loads of fun!
Homer: (chuckles to Marge) Jealous.
(Homer's "Bigfoot" story is reported on TV)
Reporter: Naturally, we'll have more on this story as soon as it develops. We now return you to the President's address, already in progress.
(Homer and Bart head off to find civilization)
Lisa: Remember, Dad, the handle of the Big Dipper points to the North Star.
Homer: (chuckles) That's nice, Lisa, but we're not in astronomy class. We're in the woods.
(Marge and Lisa both groan)
Bart: Hey, Dad, how come we can't get a decent mower, like the Flanders have?
Homer: Just be happy with what what you've got, son. Don't try to keep up with the Flander-es-es.
(Bob the RV salesman sees Homer walk onto the lot)
Bob: Thank you, God.
(Ned Flanders shows off his new RV to Homer)
Homer: But, uh, how can you afford something like this, Ned? I get your mail once in a while, and you make only $27 a week more than I do.
Ned: Ha ha! Credit, my friend, credit!
Homer: Can I have some applesauce?