The Simpsons Hi, guys. Great to see ya. - Get lost, Poin dexter. - Yeah, beat it, Professor. - Why don't you go build a rocket ship, brainiac? - Well, come on, you two. Don't forget about the film festival. - The what? - Oh, sorry, Bart. Your mother bought us tickets to a snooty movie directed by some Swedish meatball. - Oh, no. - Well, I guess we don't have to do that. - Um, look, Dad. I got something to tell you. - Can it wait, son? It's getting kinda dark. - All right, Homer. Come on, baby. Right across the plate---. Let me feel the wind. - Whoa! Strike two! Two and two. - Can you still see the ball, Bart? - Don't worry, Home boy. You're not that fast. - Oh, you don't think so, eh? - Well, here comes some real hit. - Whoa! Yeah, strike three! You're outta there! - So, what was it you wanted to tell me, son? - Oh, nothing, Pop.