Homer:Someday you'll thank me for this, son.
Bart:Not bloody likely.
Homer:No, it's true.
You know, when I was a boy.
I really wanted a catcher's mitt,
:but my dad wouldn't get it for me.
So I held my breath until I passed out
and banged my head on the coffee table.
The doctor thought
I might have brain damage.
Bart:Dad, what's the point of this story?
Homer:I like stories.
Bart:Can I please
go to the movie?
Homer:I know my punishment might seem
a little harsh, but I can't go back on it.
You're welcome to watch
anything you want on TV.
Bart:TV sucks.